As the saying went, "No one knows a child better than her mother." Wen Leyu had been a mother for several years herself. One look at her daughter's little O-shaped mouth, unable to close, and she knew the little brat was probably cooking up some devilish scheme again.
So, before Little Pouch could figure it out, Wen Leyu beat her to the punch, glaring fiercely. "What? Little Pouch, you're unwilling?"
"No, no! How would I dare?"
Little Pouch immediately shook her little head like a rattle-drum, then piled on a smile. "I just wanted to say, if Tigress is already so formidable, then wouldn't male tigers be... even more formidable?"
Wen Leyu frowned slightly, then revealed a chilly smile. Didn't her daughter's words sound rather awkward?
Who was she mocking?
"Little Pouch, you're wrong about that. Dad will teach you a phrase today—A mother's strength is mighty."
Seeing Tigress about to bare her fangs while the little tiger cub remained utterly oblivious, Li Ye hurriedly spoke up to protect his child.
"Among the vast majority of animal species, females are a size smaller than males. They may seem somewhat weaker under normal circumstances, but when they see their children in danger, they erupt with fighting strength completely out of proportion to their size.
"If you don't believe me, watch our female cat when she protects her kittens. The moment she lets out a howl, doesn't the male cat have to crouch down and obediently listen?"
"Take your mom and me, for example."
Li Ye pointed at Wen Leyu. "Your mom has practiced bayonet fighting for many years. I taught her all her skills, so logically, she definitely shouldn't be able to beat me, right?
"But when it involves you children, I absolutely can't beat her. If she says how you