Zhao Qi abruptly pulled back the leg he had just stepped forward, gazing at the white tiger cub with a look of hesitation, as if he had something more to say.
He opened his mouth as though to speak, but finally shut it again and turned to walk out of the hall.
Watching Zhao Qi’s retreating figure, Jiang Wumei knitted her brows tightly. She picked up the white tiger cub from her lap and locked eyes with it.
Chapter 39