Jing Fan subconsciously retracted his claws. His thick, long tiger tail curled forward from between his hind legs, covering his private parts.
Xun Yu dangled the dusty little tiger cub by the scruff of its neck. "Whose cub are you? What are you doing in my field?"
Su Yu walked over and recognized the little tiger cub dangling from Xun Yu's grip at a glance. It was the one who had fought with Su Ting and the others yesterday.
His body was a little larger than his brothers', but he was still very thin.
She remembered Bai Wan telling her that this tiger cub's name was Jing Fan.
Su Yu looked at the little tiger cub, whose four limbs were curled up and whose body was exceptionally tense, with a surprised expression. "Jing Fan? What are you doing here?"
He had even run into her vegetable patch.
For a moment, she had thought some small Wild Beast had shown up to dig up her seeds.
Jing Fan glanced at Su Yu, then closed his eyes and lowered his little head, saying nothing.
