Rong Ye, who had been quietly observing the whole scene like a wronged husband at a marketplace, finally snapped.
Why—just why—was Han Jue out here securing a full wolf army, while he, a proud and handsome fox, had zero cubs to his glorious name?!
"Lan Lan…" he began, his tone dripping with grievance, "you can't be this biased toward that stinky wolf. He doesn't even want that many cubs…"
He placed a dramatic hand on his chest, looking utterly heartbroken.
"But I do!"
Before she could respond, Rong Ye suddenly puffed up with pride, raising both hands and wiggling all ten fingers like he was making the deal of a lifetime.
"How about this?" he said shamelessly, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You give me ten cubs."
As if that wasn't outrageous enough, his two fluffy fox tails swished behind him, and he even let out a playful little howl...completely ignoring how ridiculous he looked.
Then, leaning in slightly, he gave her a cheeky grin.
