Eighty. Accept the commission

"Mike... Mike..."

In the dim bedroom, Dorin propped herself up and gently shook her husband beside her, asking, "Did you hear anything?"

Half-asleep, McPherson barely opened his eyes and mumbled, "A sound... Is Jack calling?"

"It seems like it..."

"Why is he calling you to wake me up..." McPherson sighed helplessly, closed his eyes, turned over, and continued to sleep.

However, Dorin felt something was not quite right. She propped herself up and listened intently.

"Hee hee hee..."

The faint laughter of children came from the ceiling above.

"No, it's our daughter's voice!"

Dorin quickly shook her husband, who hadn't fallen asleep yet. McPherson's eyes opened wide, and most of his sleepiness faded away.

He heard it too.

Tap tap tap tap—

From the ceiling above, a series of running sounds came through, but no dust fell.

"Could our daughter have sneaked upstairs to play?"

"I don't think so... She's sensible, why would she run around at night."