The White Tiger had been listless ever since rescuing Jiang Chengwu and Zhang Qingfang from the ravine.
Fearing he was injured, Jiang Si started the helicopter and asked Lu Zhifeng to check on him.
Lu Zhifeng approached the White Tiger, who merely lifted his eyelids to glance at him. His dark eyes held a natural authority, and the intimidating aura of the king of the forest was overwhelming.
'It was as if no one but Jiang Si was allowed to touch him.'
'He'd been so docile just a moment ago.'
Lu Zhifeng told Jiang Si, "He won't let me examine him. He might really be in discomfort."
Jiang Si didn't have time to fuss over him right now. With her back to the White Tiger, she said, "Are you hungry? If you are, have some sausage to tide you over."
The White Tiger suddenly stood up. Thinking he wanted to eat, Shen Baoying quickly pulled some sausage from her bag, eager to serve their great benefactor first.
