She gritted her teeth and restrained herself from being impulsive towards her child's father.
While they waited for the staff to complete the formalities, she accompanied the child to move the sick pony into the stables. The new stables were spacious, bright and filled with the fragrance of hay. The pony seemed to like it very much and could not believe that such a beautiful stable was prepared for it. After walking around for a while, it chose a comfortable position to rest.
Shaohui stayed by its side and stroked its dry fur.
Xia Ling frowned slightly and could not help feeling that such a weak pony could die at any time. If it really died, her child would be devastated. She said to the staff, "Look for a doctor to check on it."
