Bai Haoxue was quite lucky. Just as she stepped out, she saw the old man and the Little Wolf Child each carrying a wolf pup, heading down the mountain.
She rushed over to them. "Sir, are you Xiao Bei's master?"
"Xiao Bei?" The old man frowned, displeased. "Who is Xiao Bei? I don't know."
That rascal, how many times had he been told that once he left, he shouldn't say who his master was.
"Sir..." Although the old man claimed not to know, his disdainful look confirmed it for Bai Haoxue. She pleaded with him, "Sir, I have a younger sister who has suffered a very serious knife wound. The doctor said there's a high chance she may not be able to become a mother because of it.
She's a girl who loves children so dearly. Sir, please save her, won't you?"
"A serious knife wound?" the old man said. "No, no, I haven't held a scalpel in years. If I make her condition worse, I would have done a great wrong."
Bai Haoxue: "..."
