Capable of Bearing the Cauldron

Yan Shu watched as the white goose ran off into the distance, taking a few seconds to mentally prepare himself before approaching Wanwan.

He reached out and plucked the goose feather from her fluffy hair.

Wanwan looked at the feather in his hand, lost in thought.

“Wanwan, I…” Yan Shu scratched his ear, suddenly remembering that Song Qingfeng had asked him to find help. He became anxious and said, “Qingfeng sister asked me to find someone for help, so I have to go first.”

Wanwan watched him hurriedly run down the slope, curiously glancing at the spot where he had been standing before. Then, she continued to move forward, saying, “That direction, huh…”

With her milk bottle in hand, she plucked a wild grass from the roadside and hopped towards that direction.

Until she saw Song Qingfeng, she stood still and looked at the silver-gray car.