Mo Qingli noticed his son's shifty eyes and immediately targeted him again, his voice dangerously low. "Mo Xiao Li... what exactly did you feed them?"
"Nothing! Just... just some leftover soup!" Mo Xiao Li squeaked, backing up a step.
"Leftover soup doesn't cause a cub to look like a bloated fish," Mo Qingli mocked him coldly, stepping closer.
"Look at his stomach! It's as hard as a stone bowl. You fed them the entire kitchen's supply, didn't you? Go on, sneak out toward the door again and see if I don't break your legs before you hit the courtyard."
Hu Yan's anger was now completely replaced by intense fear. He kept petting his younger son, but Xiao Er's condition was not getting any better.
Wang Mulan quickly took the limp little cub into her hands, carefully checking his body.
