When people act on impulse, they often do risky things.

Brother Jiang held the ladder steady while Uncle Yang solemnly and carefully hung the banner on the wall.

Everyone stood in silence, gazing at the banner with a sense of deep respect and admiration.

They must have misunderstood Mr. Yu, thinking he was like the rumors suggested. His usual cold demeanor must be a facade!

Mr. Yu was definitely a hero in the fight against human trafficking!

“Thank you, Uncle,” a sweet and crisp voice came from Yuanyuan. “The banner is so pretty.”

When Uncle Yang came down from the ladder, he realized that Yuanyuan had been seriously helping hold the ladder too.

Her chubby little hands looked like two soft buns.

“Indeed.” Everyone nodded in agreement.

Not only did the banner make the little lady happy, but it also immortalized Mr. Yu’s shining moment—truly sacred.

After the banner was hung, Aunt Chen and Sister Bei went out to buy daily necessities, clothes, and toys for the little girl.

Uncle Yang and Brother Jiang stayed behind to clean the room.

“I never expected Mr. Yu to give this room to Miss Yuanyuan,” Brother Jiang whispered while tidying up. “Does this mean… he’s finally moved on?”

“Impossible.” Uncle Yang shot him a disdainful look. “That’s never going to happen.”

“But Mr. Yu never used to allow anyone in this room…”

“If Miss Yuanyuan can help Mr. Yu move on from the past, it would be a good thing.”

Brother Jiang nodded in agreement, his expression growing serious.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Yuanyuan quickly grew bored. Sniffing the air, she discovered that Uncle Yang and Brother Jiang were upstairs.

The tall stairs posed quite a challenge for her.

Yuanyuan stared at the staircase for a while before slowly moving toward the railing. Clutching the bars, she huffed and puffed, climbing up step by step.

By the time she reached the second floor, she followed the scent to the doorway of the room.

“Uncle, brother, what are you doing? Yuanyuan can help too!” A cute little head suddenly popped out from the open door.

Brother Jiang, who was facing the door, almost melted from the cuteness, taking a deep breath before a terrifying thought crossed his mind: How did she get up here???

Uncle Yang reacted faster, throwing down the freshly changed bedsheets and rushing over with concern. “Miss Yuanyuan, why aren’t you playing downstairs? The stairs are dangerous. Next time, call Uncle Yang or Brother Jiang to carry you up.”

“But… Yuanyuan has claws! I can climb myself.” With a smile, Yuan Yuan proudly raised her hands and feet.

Her small, round hands and feet looked like little dumplings. Her skin, pale and soft from lack of sunlight, resembled marshmallows—simply adorable.

Hearing this made Uncle Yang feel sad. His mind filled with an image of Yuanyuan struggling up the stairs like a little animal.

“Come on, let’s go wash your hands.”

After washing her “paws” in the bathroom, Yuanyuan came out to find that Brother Jiang had already finished tidying the bedroom.

“Miss Yuanyuan, this is your room now!” Brother Jiang hinted desperately, hoping for some soft and cute praise.

Yuanyuan wandered around the room, stopping at the pink nightstand by the bed.

She pulled out the bottom drawer, stepped inside, and crouched down comfortably.

“Wow, this is amazing—”

Uncle Yang: “?”

Brother Jiang: “?”

What kind of strange compliment was that?

“Miss Yuanyuan, what are you doing?” Brother Jiang crouched by the drawer, trying to figure out what the little cub was thinking.

The tiny, milk-soft girl looked up from her spot in the drawer and confidently declared, “This is a perfect place to daydream!”