Sour Oranges for You

Then, a female's maniac laughter erupted in the tree hole.

"Hahahahahahaha…"

Winston, who came back while biting onto a branch, paused in his footsteps. He raised his head and looked up at the tree, checked that it was really his home, before continuing to run back.

"I'm back." Winston's voice had just rung out when he immediately let out a low growl. "Growl!"

Bai Qingqing quickly said, "Don't be nervous. It's the children. I put tiger skin clothes on them."

The three "fat tigers" in the tree hole were playing around, chasing each other. They hadn't noticed that they were teased by their mommy and thought that she was only feeling happy. Therefore, they played even more happily.

Bai Qingqing didn't expect that even Winston had been deceived by the clothes. She pursed her lips and stiffly laughed.

Winston relaxed after seeing the small leopard heads of the "tigers". He threw Bai Qingqing a glance, feeling both helpless and amused.