Su Luoli crouched down and stroked Wing’s fur. His white fur was stained with mud as he followed them along their journey. At the moment, he cut a sorry figure. “Wing, please be quiet. We will get out soon enough. After we get out, you can finally return home.”
Jian Yu lowered his gaze and looked at Wing. “This is his home.”
Wen Qingmu and Su Luoli looked at Jian Yu simultaneously.
“I came back here 7 to 8 years ago. Back then, I knew that the Wolf King is missing a son. I was raised by the old Wolf King. The new Wolf King is the son of the previous king, and Wing is the son of the new Wolf King.”