It had been three months since I completed my mission and logged off.
The System tracked me down, looking frantic and disheveled. “You have to go back! Your husband has lost his mind!”
I calmly continued washing my cat. “Oh, please. He was never normal to begin with.”
“He’s in the black market right now, trying to sell your son!”
I cursed under my breath and slammed the teleport button.
A moment later, I found two White Tigers-one large, one small-huddled in a corner of the black market.
The large one was covered in blood. Next to his paw sat a small sign. It read in bold letters: SELLING SON EARLY TO FUND FATHER’S FUNERAL.
Rank
N/A, it has 5 monthly views
Alternative
兽人老公有点疯
Type
text
Chapters
13
Release
Status
Completed
