A keeper from the Veterinary Station brought warm goat's milk and specially prepared food.
Yang Qi fed it himself.
The little lion ate with gusto, but it would look up at Yang Qi every few bites, as if making sure he was still there.
Once it was full, Yang Qi played with it for a while in the indoor enclosure, mostly using soft toys to encourage it to move around.
About ten minutes later.
Deng Lei arrived, accompanied by his superior, Cheng Wenming, and a squad leader from the White Tower District's economic crime division.
The three men first watched the little lion through an observation window as it pounced on and chewed a burlap ball in the enclosure, their faces filled with amazement.
"It really is a lion cub. Look at its features, its energy... If it came from a legitimate source, it'd be an absolute treasure," Deng Lei remarked with a sigh.
"Too bad its origins are probably anything but," Cheng Wenming said, his expression grave.
When Yang Qi came out.
