"Don't worry, I got it," Mu Ying said seriously.
Da Ming was held by her for a while and then jumped down to the ground, calling out.
After running a few steps, he came back to look at her; seeing she hadn't moved, he anxiously cried out, "Chirp chirp chiru!"
Mu Ying shook her head and followed him.
Then Da Ming gathered his little brothers No. 1, 2, and 3 and majestically climbed the training rack.
"He's showing off the fruits of his training to you. What a good child!" Zheng Jing remarked emotionally. "Praise him a lot after the performance. He'll be happier, and he will train even harder because he's eager to help you soon."
Mu Ying inexplicably felt like a mom watching her child earnestly perform at a kindergarten program.
Seeing him fluttering his wings, gliding further and more steadily than the other little griffins and then landing with his shiny little eyes expectantly fixed on her made Mu Ying feel both amused and proud.