The little milk dog stuck out its tongue and licked her fingers.
Such a small creature, ordinary people might not be able to tell the difference, but Xiao Yishan, who had been hunting in the mountains for many years, naturally knew what it was. He frowned, "Yue'er, it's not a dog, it's a newly born wolf cub!"
"Look how well-behaved it is, and its fur is so mixed and messy, it's not as fierce as a wolf. Third brother is right, it's more like a mouse..." She teased it, giggling.
"Yue'er, it really is a wolf..."
"Little milk dog, second brother said you're a wolf." Su Qingyue pointed at its forehead with her index finger, "Tell me, are you a dog or a wolf?"
"Awwooo..." It didn't understand what its owner was saying, and could only make a milky whine.
"Second brother, look, the dog barked..."
"Yue'er..." Xiao Yishan still wanted to say something.