Chương 197: A Dead Pheasant

"No worries, I'm all good," assured the white tiger, engaging in a peculiar conversation with Xia Xin.

"Didn't you tell Drumstick you felt under the weather?" Xia Xin furrowed her brow in confusion.

"Exactly! You told me you were unwell yesterday, and that's why I brought her here. How can you just be fine all of a sudden? Weren't you feeling poorly for a while now? You should let her take a look," Drumstick interjected anxiously.

The white tiger felt as if its fur might stand on end, it backed away continuously, protesting, "I'm fine, really!"

After some coaxing from Xia Xin, the white tiger calmed down and shared its troubles, which left Xia Xin gaping in disbelief. 'Who in the world claimed I could kill a tiger with one punch?'