Shahu: Sir, you have a lot, just let me, a little fox, go, right? (Tears)
Mo Lang: (glare)
Shahu: (with tears in her eyes and aggrieved) Wow, please be gentle...
Then, the cold iceberg wolf picked up the white-eyed little fox and then... Licked its fur?
Shahu: Hey, hey, hey... Don't drool...
Mo Lang: Shut up!