When Qi Haoran returned with his bow in his left hand and his son in his right arm, he realized that the atmosphere in the camp was a little off. There was joy in the air, and everyone had a beam on their faces as though they'd found 300 taels of silver on the streets.
With a small bow in his left hand and a string of pheasants in his right, Little Bear didn't notice this. Feeling uncomfortable being carried by his father, he kicked his legs in the air and shouted at his mother, who was sitting in the distance, "Mother, Mother, come and save Little Bear!"
Mu Yangling just watched with a smile and waved at them from afar. "Come over quickly."
