Bai Sheng approached slowly.
Although he did not believe his cub and Bai Jingyun had anything to discuss or would interact much in the future, hearing the child’s words inevitably put him in a good mood.
He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the little fellow staring at a point on the open balcony. The child’s expression became strange and subtle.
A faint buzzing sounded.
Under Bai Sheng’s confused gaze and Bai Jingyun’s dazed stare, Bai Nuo “flew.”
He truly leapt nearly a metre into the air.
Then he darted to Bai Sheng with astonishing speed and agility, clutched his clothes, and tried to climb upward.
“Daddy, Daddy!”
The tiny cub had been frightened, and his childish voice trembled.
What did Bai Nuo fear most in the apocalyptic world?
Undoubtedly, swarms of mutated insects.
He had once been injured by them, and many scars on his body came from that incident. He had narrowly escaped, but ever since then, he had carried a psychological fear of this kind of insect.
A cub had “flown” toward him.
Bai Sheng caught his child.
He discovered that the cub was unusually agile.
In fact, Bai Sheng had vaguely noticed it before when the child climbed over a bed rail that should have been impossible for someone his age.
He lifted him.
“What happened? What did you see—”
He looked toward the beetle that had flown toward the light.
When the beetle noticed that the light inside was brighter, it beat its wings and attempted to enter.
As it flew toward him, Bai Sheng’s body trembled slightly. He stepped backward half a pace and said, “It’s only an insect.”
Bai Jingyun had also abruptly stood and retreated to the side. His expression remained cold as he unusually agreed with Bai Sheng.
“It’s only an insect.”
From the old butler’s perspective at a short distance, the scene was both amusing and helpless.