Gazing at the little one who was baring his teeth and could only make strange noises, Sheng Bai wanted to draw closer, but all he received was fierce resistance.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be scared! We're the good guys…"
Completely inexperienced in either soothing children or taming animals, Sheng Bai wore an expression of both heartache and frustration as he looked over at Qiao An, who was tearing into a massive loaf of toast.
"What are you looking at me for? I already went and caught this little guy. Shouldn't the rest be up to you?"
For this kind of thing, their division of labor was clear: Qiao An provided the muscle, and Sheng Bai did the talking. The problem now was that there was simply no communicating with the little one. Sheng Bai could only squat down beside Qiao An and ask for help.
"What on earth caused his condition? He should be able to understand what people are saying, right?"
Hmm…
