In the end, Yang Heng still went with the other kids to take care of the wolf cub.
Watching the little wolf clutching a milk bottle and drinking goat milk, he showed a satisfied smile.
But when the veterinarian strolled over with hands behind their back, he became instantly alert.
After the recent events, he understood a truth: sometimes when he met an aunt, she preferred being called sister, and similarly, if he met someone who looked like an uncle, that person would prefer being called brother.
Adults are so strange, Yang Heng scratched his head.
The other kids looked at the wolf cub drinking milk with tender affection.
Tuanzi cradled her little face, "It really looks like a puppy, fluffy, must be nice to pet."
Wen Jing's cutting eyes glanced at the wolf cub, wanting to refute but after observing, found no objections.
This wolf indeed looked a lot like a puppy, and was chubby as well.
"Its mother took great care of it," she commented primly.
