"Little Hu, what's wrong?"
Huang Quan looked suspiciously at the dragon chair.
Bi Luo was startled and quickly rushed forward to pick up the little tiger, covering its big mouth before it could report Jiang Fan.
She patted its butt: "You're being naughty again!"
"That's the master's dragon chair; I've told you, no playing, no playing."
"Did you fall off again this time?"
Ooo~
The little tiger felt aggrieved, wanting to call out but couldn't speak.
It looked utterly pitiful.
Huang Quan helplessly rubbed the little tiger's head: "Little Hu, stop making your mama worry."
The little tiger was about to cry without tears.
Dad, Mama's not worried about me; she's worried about that big bad guy!
Bi Luo hastily said, "Huang Quan, I don't know how many have come in."
"Maybe there are still some hiding in the relics."
"For our family's safety, quickly go and search."
Hearing this, Huang Quan immediately showed a fierce look in his eyes.
He snorted, "Watch Little Hu."
