Zhao Yao wandered for a while longer and then returned with Liang Run. When they got back, the little beggar that Liang Run had rescued had already woken up.
Seeing the little beggar eyeing them warily, poised for attack, Zhao Yao suddenly thought of a wolf. However, the little beggar before him could only be a weak little wolf cub that had been gravely injured.
Liang Run asked gently, "What's your name?"
The little beggar did not speak.
"No name?"
The little beggar still did not speak.
Uncle Zhang said from the side, "This child seems to be unable to speak." Uncle Zhang had been by the little beggar's bedside the whole time, and when the child woke up, he explained his current situation to him. He had spoken for most of the day, yet the child did not utter a word.
"Unable to speak?" Liang Run's brow furrowed. "This makes things difficult."
"Uncle, let me talk to him."
