Seeing Song Chongjin say nothing as he looked at her, Wang Yongzhu frowned. With someone injured at the moment, and even if people called her greedy, she was resolute in her decision not to leave a pile of wolf carcasses here—after all, they were as good as silver!
Although Song Chongjin had regained some strength, and walking wasn't an issue for him, if he exerted himself, it was likely that his fresh wound on his back would burst open again.
But looking at Wang Yongzhu, she seemed unable to drag the carcasses any further. After all, even for a girl with great strength, dragging hundreds of pounds of prey down the mountain was already quite an accomplishment.
It seemed she wanted to ask if he had the strength to take over for her for a while.
Even though using any force risked worsening his wounds, Song Chongjin didn't make a sound. He stepped forward, intending to take the rattan rope from Wang Yongzhu's hands.
