"That's right, if your father agrees, come find me tomorrow night. If I don't see you tomorrow night, I'll take it as your father being against this and imprisoning you. Then, I will go into the mountains to talk things over, allowing it to make the right decision!"
Just as the little white wolf was about to turn around and leave, Feng Qing'an suddenly stopped her. These words, full of warnings, made the little white wolf's emotions extremely complicated for a time.
How was she supposed to convey these words to her father? Was this not making things difficult for the wolf?
"I hope that old wolf knows how to appreciate a good thing!"
Feng Qing'an watched the little white wolf's figure recede into the shadows, his eyes narrowing slightly. He muttered to himself.
