The news that Xuan Long's father had finally woken up spread like wildfire through the house.
Within minutes, the entire household had crowded into Teng Yunxiao's small room, filling every corner.
Sitting on the bed, Teng Yunxiao looked around at the bustling room, his mind completely blown. As he counted the cubs tumbling over each other on his bed, he was filled with genuine wonder.
There was a flying tiger cub puffing out his tiny chest, a small ground tiger cub crawling near his legs, and his own little green Teng snake cub, Xiao San, who was happily coiled right besides him. Looking at him, Teng Yunxiao was so deeply moved that tears welled up in his clear eyes. He felt a wave of pure, overwhelming happiness.
Then his gaze shifted, and he froze. Sitting side by side were two little female Arctic wolf cubs, their fur pure and fluffy.
