"Xiao Yu! Stop destroying your own body, Miaoyan hasn't been found yet, and you're killing yourself first!" Su Yingxue, holding up her skirt, chased after him with a bowl of medicine in her hand.
Even Chu Heng was trying to help with the chase. When Chu Heng, with his short legs, ran slowly, he would grab onto Shan Bao's fur on its head, "Quick... quick, go help Mother catch Uncle, stop... stop Uncle—Achoo!"
He let out a loud sneeze, and Shan Bao hurriedly rubbed his head against him, wiping his nose clean.
But Shan Bao wouldn't stop Xiao Yu.
It felt it was tired enough just looking after the little whelp Chu Heng, as for the affairs of other humans...
It was none of its damn business!
As Su Yingxue saw Xiao Yu about to trip over the steps, Chu Yihan approached from the opposite direction, grabbed Xiao Yu up, and shoved him backward.
Xiao Yu 'thump' fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
"Hey, hubby, don't throw him like that!"