Chapter 850, Namila Died?

In the bedroom, the little cub was politely scooping up steamed egg from his bowl, which smelled delicious.

A pair of round, wide eyes looked at Amu and his father sitting by the kang, his little mouth puffed up adorably.

At this moment, Dubi was somewhat surprised as he looked at Chang Zao.

Since he knew he could not stay long in the Watson Tribe, he hadn't bothered to furnish the room, even using simple wooden pieces as cabinets, tables, and chairs.

But now, it seemed that not a single item in the room was missing, and everything was quite exquisite.

"These items?"

Chang Zao smiled at him, "These were all sent over by Aunt Ge Rou, saying that every new tribe member receives them, but since you had fallen into the Eneru River before, you didn't have the chance to receive them. Now that I'm here, I brought them straight to you."

Dubi nodded and then looked at Chang Zao, "Do you like it here?"