Chapter 67: Cooperation?

That afternoon, while Suming was feeding milk to the young wolves in the Wolf Pen, his phone rang.

The little wolves had grown robustly under Suming's care, darting around playfully in the Wolf Pen every day. Seeing Suming pull out a 'black box,' the little wolves mistook it for a new milk bottle, whimpering as they clambered onto him, their paws reaching for Suming's phone.

"Go play on your own."

With a tap on the little wolf's forehead, a game Suming often played with them, the little wolf would stiffen and topple over backward, feigning death just like playing possum.

From the other end of the phone came the voice of an unfamiliar middle-aged man, who introduced himself and mentioned the fish theft at Huating Reservoir.

"Mr. Zhou, I don't understand what you're getting at. Your fish fry have gone missing, but what's that got to do with me?"

"Whether it concerns you or not, you and I both know very well," Zhou Jin said.