Mo Chen leaned casually against the carriage, his silver-white hair simply tied up, looking relaxed as if he were as light as a cloud in the breeze.
He showed no surprise when Yue Ling walked in holding a small wolf.
"Master, you have to come and look at the puppy; it's badly injured."
Yue Ling knelt on the carpet and presented the small dog in front of Mo Chen.
The always kind Mo Chen reached out and took it, glanced briefly at the wound on its front leg, and smiled, "This injury is nothing serious. However, its inner injury is quite severe."
"Inner injury?!" Yue Ling exclaimed in surprise. A puppy could have internal injuries?
She then nodded in sudden understanding, "Master, I get it, you mean its spirit has been hurt, right?
Yeah, that must be it, they are three big men bullying it, it must have been terrified."
Mo Chen couldn't help but chuckle at her reaction.
