Shen Ningning looked back.
"What is it?"
"Don't forget, my birthday is in half a month," Mo Lingwei said in a deep voice.
It wasn't that he wanted a gift; he was simply afraid Shen Ningning would forget.
'That little head of hers never seemed to remember what he said.'
Shen Ningning's face lit up with a bright, youthful smile, revealing faint dimples.
"I know, I won't forget!" she said, giving a little wave.
The Black Wolf King led the charge, and the wolf pack followed behind him, like streaks of swift wind.
Only after they were far in the distance did the surrounding people dare to gather again.
They discussed among themselves in astonishment—
"Those were real wolves, right? It's the first time I've ever seen wolves that don't hurt people."
"My heavens, that lead wolf was so huge! I thought it was a bear."
