"Little Brother Feng, thank you for saving me." Old Patriarch Lu gave her a salute solemnly.
Feng Jiu stroked the baby tiger's soft fur and smiled with her eyes narrowed into half-moons. "Actually, I didn't do anything. It was Uncle Lu who saved you by giving you artificial respiration."
Lu Jiming didn't think much about it at first. When Feng Jiu mentioned this matter just now, his facial expression was somewhat stilted. Giving someone a mouth-to-mouth resuscitation was quite weird, even if it was his own father.
However, he was very happy that this method could save his father.
"Little Brother Feng Jiu, I have a question for you." He sat next to Feng Jiu as if intending to speak to her in detail.
"Uncle Lu, please ask." Feng Jiu smiled.
