Watching a group of men and women with their butts in the air, focused on catching rabbits, Lin Qiao couldn't help but laugh. She touched her belly and whispered, "When you come out, so many uncles and aunties will be here to play with you."
"Caught it, caught it, oh no, it ran away again!!"
"Oh no, how did it get away again, hurry, chase it, chase it."
"You big guys, can you do it or not? If not, we'll do it."
"It's not our fault; it's just that this rabbit is too sly."
Song Ling jumped up and shouted, "Daddy, daddy, daddy..."
His jumping was somewhat comical, and Lin Qiao, this "stepmother," laughed without much compassion, "You better go help him catch it. If it gets away, he's going to cry for hours again."
Although it was a bit of an exaggeration, it was also true.
Song Tingfan nodded and then ran over. Probably because he had been hunting for years and was familiar with the rabbits' behaviors, it didn't take long for him to catch the rabbit by its hind legs.
