In the dead of night, Lu Jingzhi knocked on the door of the Zheng family's house, dragging a tiger with her.
Mrs. Zheng, who opened the door and saw the big fluffy head and the black and yellow stripes, was about to faint.
"Don't faint, auntie, don't faint, it's dead!!!"
After some persuasion, the plump Mrs. Zheng finally managed to take a deep breath.
"Bringing a scare like this in the middle of the night... Xiaomiao! You want to scare your aunt to death!"
Mrs. Zheng's face turned pale, thinking that this was a prank played by Lu Jingzhi.
She reached out to touch it—it was real!
"Master of the house!! Master of the house!!" Suddenly, she raised her voice, then swallowed saliva and her voice softened.
"Xiaomiao come in, wait for auntie."
The dark Zheng residence was suddenly lit with oil lamps.
Hunter Zheng and the three Zheng boys, who had been asleep, had woken up from their sweet dreams.
There was a tiger in the center of the room.
