"Husband, let's make a deal, okay? Let's keep this little thing. Since we're planning to have a baby anyway, why not raise a tiger as practice? That way we won't be scrambling when the time comes, right? Plus, even Little Sixth and Little Seventh can get some cultivation out of this."
Little Sixth and Little Seventh looked utterly horrified. Cultivation?
Cultivate what? To become nannies?
Dignified bodyguards earning millions a year, reduced to nanny duties in the end?
Lu Qing furrowed his brows slightly, staring at the little tiger cub nestled snugly in Qin Miaomiao's arms. Its big, moist eyes blinked innocently as it quietly lay there.
His eyes narrowed slightly—he couldn't shake off the feeling that this tiny creature might threaten his position in the family.
