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

The person sat in a chair with their back to the crow, working on their laptop in front of them.

When Wu Tu got closer, she realized that the person seemed to be sitting in a wheelchair.

Wu Tu's heart skipped a beat. Looking at that person's lonely figure in the dim night, she suddenly felt sad.

The little guy went over and turned on the light.

Instantly, the silvery light shone brightly, dispelling the coldness and loneliness that filled the room.

Richard turned around and saw this scene.

There was also a black rabbit standing under the light, its whole body gleaming with a warm glow.

His clean-cut and refined appearance, along with his Eastern features that should never be seen in the manor, made Richard feel as if he were seeing some kind of illusion.

The person in front of me may be an angel sent by God.

Richard didn't come to his senses until the black rabbit spoke.

"Hello……?"

A flicker of disappointment crossed Richard's eyes.

It wasn't just his imagination after all.

However, he quickly masked his disappointment and coldly looked at the Eastern child who shouldn't be in the manor.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

The black cat felt a little uncomfortable around such a confident and charismatic person, especially since Richard was unaware of the situation and was questioning him as the master.

The little guy got nervous and didn't know how to answer, so he awkwardly looked around, wondering if he could pretend he hadn't heard.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you understand English?"

After Richard's leg was injured, his temper also worsened. He was always inexplicably angry and irritable, so in this situation, he found it difficult to control his tone of voice.

But when he saw the little guy standing there, looking so scared he was about to cry, his anger, which was about to continue, suddenly stopped, leaving him unable to vent his fury any longer.

Never mind, never mind, he's just a kid.

"Which maid brought you here? Get out of here, I'll pretend I didn't see you."

The black rabbit didn't speak. He heard Richard tell him to leave, so he tiptoed away.

The little guy went to the kitchen and boiled some water for himself. He never expected that in such a big manor, which had everything, there was no kettle.

Foreigners really don't drink hot water.

The little guy was standing in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil when he turned around and saw Richard drinking and working at the same time.

It's so late, drinking like this is bad for his health, he's still a patient.

Moreover, he only had alcohol with him; there were no fruits or nutritional supplements suitable for patients.

He's so pitiful; he's sick but still working. He must be under a lot of pressure...

As a child, Wutu was much more thoughtful and mature. The excessive pressure also made him precocious, enabling him to empathize with the pain of others.

While his peers were still foolishly playing video games, he was already someone who had personally experienced the pain of being sick and near death.

Therefore, Wu Tu couldn't help but feel some pity.

So the black cat left and then returned.

Richard assumed the little guy had recognized him and was trying to curry favor with him by feigning helplessness. So he remained motionless the entire time, sitting there and watching coldly as the little guy tried to pull some kind of trick.

The little guy brought over a cup of... hot milk.

The little guy turned on the translation bracelet:

"Don't drink alcohol on an empty stomach at night, it's bad for your health. You're a patient, so you need to take extra care of yourself. I added honey to the milk, it's sweet and delicious, and it'll give you sweet dreams."

Although the mechanical female voice on the translation bracelet was cold, Richard still sensed the concern in her words.

If Wu Tu herself said it, it would definitely feel more comforting.

The little guy's voice was very soft.

Richard felt a little disappointed without realizing it, but after waiting for Wu Tu to speak, he looked at the glass of milk again and felt a little embarrassed.

I'm an adult, why would I drink honey milk that kids drink?

But Wu Tu pursed her lips, glanced at the champagne in Richard's hand, and simply took it away for him.

"Wait...?!"

Richard was used to working with coffee, but because his doctor recently banned him from consuming caffeine, he had to reluctantly switch to champagne. He really wouldn't feel comfortable if the alcohol were taken away from him.

But before Richard could say anything else, the little guy ran off again, and came running back a short while later, carrying a whole bunch of things in his arms.

Richard couldn't move his legs, so he could only watch helplessly as the black rabbit squatted down in front of him without any hesitation and "whoosh" rolled up Richard's trouser leg.

"you!!!"

Not everyone can casually reopen old wounds; Richard was truly angry this time.

But the little guy didn't do anything to him, nor would he. Wu Tu first rubbed his hands together to make sure they were warm before placing them on Richard's calves and massaging them.

Wu Tu used to always massage her grandmother's legs.

He specifically went to learn from the village's barefoot doctor, who was previously a Taoist doctor and was proficient in acupoints.

Richard's legs weren't completely numb; he felt the warmth of the little guy's palm. He was about to call for help, but when Wu Tu massaged him, he felt his stiff calves become soft and comfortable, so he had to shut up.

After massaging for a while, the little guy was covered in sweat from exhaustion. He was sick now, and his strength was not what it used to be. But Wu Tu persevered and didn't notice.

Richard thought the massage would be over once the little guy finished, but then the little guy naturally took the small blanket that was placed next to him, covered Richard's legs with his favorite pink blanket, and even put cashmere socks on his feet.

Only after the animal was wrapped up in layers upon layers, completely covered, did Wu Tu nod in satisfaction.

This is below zero temperature, why would a patient wear such thin clothing?

The little guy has developed a caring personality since he was a child. He was often taught to do what's best for his younger brother when he was little. He would also go along with his grandmother when he lived with her. Even when he was at home, he would cook the meals and wash the clothes for the whole family.

So when the little guy saw how pitiful Richard was and how no one cared about him, he couldn't help but run around him like a puppy.

Richard had a cell phone; he could call several people to come and take care of him with a single call. But those white caregivers would never be as natural as Wu Tu in pulling down his trouser legs, exposing his injured legs, massaging them to warm them up, and then helping him put on his socks.

Because white people value human rights and privacy, they are very sensitive to boundaries and will sharply criticize even the slightest offense.

Their values ​​are very different from the pervasive desire for control in East Asian families.

But after Ulva did that, Richard didn't feel offended anymore.

The proactive concern shown during this home invasion robbery was something he had never experienced before.

He felt awkward, curious, and happy without even realizing it.

But outwardly, Richard glanced at the incongruous blanket covering his black wool coat. On the blanket was a silly, grinning Patrick Star face, a smile that seemed to constantly mock him.