He fished out his phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and, fighting back tears, said, "Come pick me up, I want to go home."
Shang Hexing replied, unhurried, "Try it, see who dares take you from this grassland without my permission."
Han Yu's phone dropped straight to the ground.
Wen Zhi kindly picked it up for him, "It's okay, you might be more formidable than a sheepdog."
Han Yu glared at Shang Hexing and said, "Uncle, look, Aunt just insulted me by saying I'm more capable than a dog."
Wen Zhi's mouth twitched.
Aunt?
She didn't see that Shang Hexing, because of Han Yu's recent mention of Aunt, seemed to have improved in complexion a bit.
"I'll allow one sheepdog to help you," Shang Hexing slightly relented.