A tiger cub was brought into their home, along with a litter of puppies.
Grey One, Grey Two, Grey Three, three single dogs, were obviously stimulated. They clung to the corner with their tails tucked in, grumbling in protest.
The tiger cub hadn't opened its eyes yet. Positioned among the puppies, it received no favors. Within no time, it was pushed aside, whimpering pitifully.
"This will not work. The mother dog doesn't like the tiger; it can't compete against the puppies and isn't able to drink milk. How will it survive?"
Su Qingluo squatted by the dog nest, resting her chin in her hands, sighing deeply in worry.
"Why don't we buy a milking sheep from the town?"
Little Kingfisher suggested, "A ewe is gentle and more suited for nursing the cub."
"Sigh, seems like we have to buy a sheep then."
When the mother dog was not looking, Su Qingluo sneakily ruffled the tiger cub into the pile of puppies, but it wasn't long before it was pushed out again.
