King Xiaoyao coughed until he was out of breath and almost couldn't recover. Ah Yu was about to go up and pat his back when the lamb behind him rushed up.
Little Lamb prodded forward fiercely with its horns and rammed into King Xiaoyao's back.
King Xiaoyao: "!"
Ah Yu craned her neck to look at him and realized that King Xiaoyao had really stopped coughing. She patted Little Lamb's head. "Little Lamb, you did very well. Look at Uncle Wooden Wheels. Ah, it's Uncle Ah Shu. He's fine now."
Little Lamb wagged its almost invisible goat tail. Clearly, it was very proud of its exquisite strike.
King Xiaoyao: "…"
Why did he feel that as long as it was something related to the Wang Family, he would be a little… unlucky?
