Feng Jiu saw a big man ran over with his eyes glaring angrily at her. She immediately intended to run away with the baby tiger in her arms. "Run quickly! Someone is coming!"
Unexpectedly, the baby tiger seemed to not have eaten enough, so it clung to the teat and hurt the ewe. Immediately, a shrill bleat rang out.
"Baa!"
Sheep usually let out plaintive cries, but its bleat was somewhat mournful at this moment. The ewe wanted to move back, but its teat was pulled so it could only keep on bleating in pain.
"Baa!"
The baby tiger seemed to find it very interesting. It also imitated the ewe to bleat, making Feng Jiu's cheek shake. Taking advantage of the moment the baby tiger opened its mouth, she held the baby tiger and ran quickly into the crowd.
"Little rascal, don't run away!"
The big man stared and scolded angrily. When he looked back at his ewe, he couldn't help but scold again and led the ewe to the front.
