The tiny fur ball was only the size of a palm and looked very weak; it was now slowly wriggling on the ground and making faint cries.
Mo Yan hurriedly scooped up the little bundle and glared at Little Flower after a closer look, "How could you steal someone's kitten?"
No, that wasn't right, how could there be kittens in the mountains? But the little fellow looked exactly like a kitten; could it be a wild kitten?
Little Flower rolled her eyes and whined, Stupid Yanyan, it's not a kitten, it's a tiger cub, a tiger cub!
Mo Yan had no idea what it was saying and cradled the kitten cautiously. Seeing its eyes were still closed, she stared at Little Flower and said, "It's just been born and without milk, it won't survive. You better take it back quickly."
In the past, Little Flower would obediently return it, but this time it acted as if it hadn't heard and dashed down the mountain, leaving Mo Yan stomping her feet in frustration.
