The wolf cub caught up to Yang Guang and began to act coquettishly under his feet. It kept rubbing against his pants, making him a little soft-hearted.
The main reason was that this fellow was very chubby and cute. In the end, Yang Guang had no choice but to squat down and pick it up. "Forget it, I'll take you home to raise you first. If you dare to bite when you grow up, I'll teach you a lesson!"
The wolf cub did not know what he said, so it stuck out its tongue and licked Yang Guang's hand.
Returning to the place where he had come from, Yang Guang carried the heavy basket on his back. With a woodcutter in one hand and a chubby wolf cub in the other, he set off on the journey home.
The harvest was not bad on that day. Moreover, the basket was full. He could not find anything else to take, so he might as well go back.
