Although he shouldn't have, Chen Ying still wanted to laugh.
He knew Jinya was angry. How should he put it—the cry of the lynx was in such stark contrast to its domineering appearance that he couldn't help but find it amusing.
Fortunately, he managed to hold it back and even managed to maintain a serious face when Jinya looked down at him.
The clouded leopard, attracted by the noise, had intended to mock Jinya but immediately sensed that something was off.
After learning what had happened from Jinya, the clouded leopard's mouth twitched, revealing a fierce and wild air.
"I'll go notify my own kind; I smelled them near the water. There's the scent of one of my kind."
"Be careful on your own. Those people are habitual offenders, not the ordinary folks you often encounter."
"Don't worry, I know." The clouded leopard leaped up into the trees and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
