"Xiao Bai, stop chasing. I'll feed you raw beef."
Xiao Bai seemed to listen and stopped, slowly sauntering toward her and lazily lying down, even rubbing its head against her body.
Qin Miaomiao patted its lion head in approval:
"Xiao Bai, such a good boy. I'll give you beef later, but you better not sneak and eat the horses. Otherwise, I'll have Ninth Uncle turn you into lion head meatballs."
The moment Ninth Uncle was mentioned, it stayed quiet—the two humans it feared the most:
One was Lu Qing; the other was Ninth Uncle.
Little Xiaobai rubbed against her chest too, as if pleading to eat lion head meatballs. "I want! I want!"
Seeing that the horse finally calmed down, she smiled at Little Sixth:
"Little Sixth, lend a hand and help me up."
Little Sixth replied weakly, "Yes, my Young Madam."
"Your horse is mine for now."
"Yes, yes, it's all yours."
