"Dydy... Dada... Dydy..." Xian repeatedly called while knocking on the door of the masters' bedroom. His voice sounded like he was in a hurry and was scared of something. His knocks on the door increased its speed and became louder and louder as every second would pass. Shawn quickly rushed to the door upon hearing Xian's frightened and nervous voice. The door wasn't locked, but the door handle was too high for Xian, which he couldn't reach. Shawn immediately twisted the door handle down. The door swung open, and Xian's small figure came into his sight. Xian was pouting his lips. He was looking up at the door and was about to knock his hand again on the wooden door. His eyes were watery. His shoulders were frequently moving up and down like he was holding his son. "Dydy..." Xian ran
