"Clan Chief, I was also hesitating."
Lin Laogeng's sharp gaze swept across Liu Baixiao, who was shrinking his head, and then looked at Clan Chief Lin.
"But last night that child was burning with fever all night. If he weren't blessed with luck, we would not have seen him open his eyes this morning. Look at this state of affairs, if I were to abandon that child, it would mean taking his life."
"Hiss!"
Upon hearing his words, Clan Chief Lin also drew in a cold breath.
Being seriously injured and having a high fever, if the temperature doesn't drop, it could indeed be fatal. Thinking about this, he turned his head and glared at Liu Baixiao fiercely.
Liu Baixiao, who was being glared at, felt his scalp tingling, and shrank his body even more, bearing the pain in his body.
"But, Laogeng, you have Changhong and Sangsang still, wouldn't it be too much to raise another one?" The clan chief asked him with some hesitation.