"Little Tiger!" A sweet, melodic voice carried through the air and surrounded him, instantly capturing the boy's full attention. He lifted his head at the wall ahead and blinked his bright eyes twice, then remained frozen, as though he were imagining things. Deciding to disregard the voice, he refocused on the nearly completed cube in his hands.
Standing in the doorway, Li Na glanced at Lu Jianjun after tentatively calling out to Little Tiger. She fought the urge to rush over, scoop him into her arms, and carry him away. Still, she felt a sting of hurt when her greeting was ignored by the little fellow.
Just as Lu Jianjun was about to call out Little Tiger himself, Li Na raised a single finger, silently pleading for one more try. Maintaining his impassive demeanour, Lu Jianjun gave her a brief nod, granting permission.