บท 790: The Leopard Cubs Throw a Tantrum

"Mm." The little snake gave Bai Qingqing an affirmative reply, shocking her.

He was only two years old and already he could tell herbs apart! Genius baby!

Reading Bai Qingqing's expression perfectly well, an excited and gleeful smile bloomed on the youth's tender face. "I have my father's legacy memories. Whatever he knows, I know them too."

"Oh, right. Curtis has mentioned this to me before." Bai Qingqing was enlightened by his explanation. Nonetheless, the fact that the little snake knew all these at this young age was still highly astonishing.

The little snake smiled and cast one final gaze at her, before turning around and going into the rain. As he moved, he transformed into a snake and disappeared into the bushes.

Watching as the little snake vanished from sight, the corners of Bai Qingqing's lips curled up.