Chen Ying hadn't dared to tell Little Sen, fearing that if he found out even Mendun'er was deeply disappointed in him, he might spend the night biting his blanket in tears.
He set down his bag and went to help Mendun'er look after the babies.
The three little rascals were causing quite a commotion.
From a distance, he could hear three sharp cries.
Within a twenty-meter radius, not a mouse or bird was to be seen.
On closer inspection in the nest, the three Little Cubs couldn't even crawl steadily yet they were biting each other, fighting and making "Aang~ Aang~" sounds.
He felt the belly of the Third Cub, hmm, pretty round and plump.
There was no need to mention the eldest and the second, they were practically indistinguishable from rice balls in size.
The Third Cub was tough and didn't talk much; he fought with a bit of a street rat vibe, biting faces, toes, and even butts.
