The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

And the little guy didn't know that his secret pretense of being asleep had already been exposed.

Unlike other children, Wu Tu didn't have a childhood filled with the struggles and battles of wits with her parents.

When he was a child, he spent his time at home with the washing machine, pots and pans, and had no chance to relax, play games, or watch TV. So he never had the experience of pretending to do his homework before his parents came home.

So the little guy pretended to be asleep at night, then got up to memorize his lines, making a lot of noise that was really like burying his head in the sand.

Winston doesn't go to bed that early, and ever since the little guy came into his life, he's had a habit of checking the surveillance footage of the black rabbit's room from time to time.

Because he was worried.

After all, the little guy has a history of hurting himself.

So even though Winston acted as if he respected the little guy's privacy and personal space, he still couldn't control his desire to control.

Moreover, Winston told himself that he was fulfilling his guardianship responsibilities and that he needed to ensure the safety of the black tusk.

As for frequently turning on the monitor and checking the location on the little one to see what he's doing, whether it's out of worry, longing, or separation anxiety, that's no longer important.

Gazing at the black tusk had become a habit for Winston.

Winston and the butler stood outside the black cat's room, listening to the rustling sounds coming from inside.

Winston leaned against the corridor railing, listening with a rare moment of relaxation, his mind wandering as he smoked.

The butler also considered advising the young master to rest early, but like Mr. Winston, he couldn't bear to extinguish the renewed light in the young master's eyes.

Winston didn't come in until it was almost dawn, and told the little guy to take a nap.

Wu Tu was startled. He had no idea how panicked he was when his father exposed him; he was practically on the verge of exploding with rage.

But the little guy belatedly tried to cover it up, hurriedly saying that he had woken up, and stood there in a panic, his face full of guilt.

But in the blink of an eye, Winston picked him up without saying a word and put him on the bed.

Wu Tu thought she would be scolded, but her father gently tolerated her instead.

His father never physically punished him.

That's why Wu Tu was able to forget her past trauma so quickly, no longer timid, and dare to do such a bad thing behind her father's back.

The little one, who had stayed up all night, would automatically start to feel sleepy and doze off as soon as he was in his father's arms.

Because Dad's arms are reliable and warm.

The black cat was so exhausted that it fell asleep almost immediately, without even opening its mouth to explain.

He immediately curled up into a tiny ball, like a kitten, in his father's arms, emitting a soft snore.

When he woke up again in a daze, he was already at the film set.

Winston held him in his arms, sitting in the car, trying to let him sleep until the very last minute.

The little guy woke up groggily and realized that his dad had changed his clothes and packed everything up. All he had to do was get out of the car and go to the film set for his audition.

Ulu knew that Winston had personally done all of this for him.

Wu Tu doesn't have an assistant, and her father has never mentioned it. He probably doesn't trust others to handle it.

So the little guy's every need, from food and clothing to shelter and transportation, has always been taken care of by his father.

However, apart from when he was sick, it had been a long time since his father had taken such meticulous care of him.

When he was sick, he almost lost the ability to move on his own, and his father had to change his clothes, wipe his body, and feed him little by little.

It's hard to imagine that someone as dignified as Winston would do something that requires such meticulousness and patience.

And Winston seemed quite happy about it, because he could check on the little guy's body and keep track of his changes, whether he was gaining weight, growing taller, or his wounds were scabbing over.

Now, Winston was finally somewhat satisfied to see that Ulva had finally gained some weight and was no longer skinny.

His baby will definitely look good on camera.

But the little guy is just too slow to understand. Faced with such a domineering patriarch, he thinks that all families are like this, and that all families have fathers who love their children so much.

So the little guy, apart from being a little embarrassed, doesn't care about anything else right now.

He got up, instinctively nuzzled his father's face to express his gratitude as before, then quickly drank some water and prepared to get off the bus.

The agent outside kept rolling up his sleeves and checking his watch; it seemed he had been waiting for him for a long time.

The little guy took a few steps down, met his manager's gaze, and instinctively wanted to apologize.

But the agent didn't dwell on this trivial matter at all.

"We're the last people to go in. When you see what's inside, be prepared and don't be scared."

"This is the script and crew from Lauren's time; the auditions were packed with people..."

The agent's pace was as fast as his speech, yet steady; only the little guy had to keep wiggling his short legs to keep up with him.

Until his agent led him into the venue.

The black crow was stunned.

It was absolutely packed with people...

It was as bustling as a wet market.

The little guy got dizzy and disoriented as soon as he went in, and almost got swept away.

The agent grabbed him by the collar with one hand and looked for someone with the other, then led Wu Tu to the registration desk to sign in, and then found a seat.

The fact that this audition was entirely for that one role means that the entire room was full of children.

They all need to be accompanied by an adult.

But they are children after all, and there are very few as quiet and obedient as Wutu. Even with their parents around, these children can still turn the whole place upside down.

So here, Wutu can hear children playing and crying at any time, as well as parents scolding and reprimanding.

The agent thought the little guy would be frightened and stage-frightened by such an environment.

But when he looked down, he saw the little guy with his eyes closed, seriously memorizing something.

The agent leaned closer to listen and realized it was the script lines he had given Wu Tu the night before.

He suddenly fell silent.

The little guy is remarkably mature and sensible for his age.

He seemed so independent and resilient, as if he would remain independent even without the help of a guardian, learning to handle things on his own, stumbling and struggling to survive.

The agent looked at Wu Tu with a look that didn't show the same pity and sympathy as the others, but rather a growing sense of hope.

Because the little guy's personality perfectly matches that villain's.

The agent had a feeling that, despite the large number of people, they were confident of success this time.

No one portrays the childhood of a villain more realistically than Wu Tu.

Everyone else thought the same way, wanting the children to actively embody the role's experience, so none of the children were dressed up nicely or neatly today; they were all just ordinary-looking.

But in Wu Tu's eyes, this ordinariness was already a luxury.

So he was making final preparations.

The little guy went to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and revealed the faded T-shirt he had worn when he traveled from China across the ocean.