Chapter 32 This cub was smaller than any cub An An had ever seen. Even the fur that had just started growing at birth had not yet shed, and there was a deep wound on its pale pink body, still oozing blood. "Tuntun!" The little lion, who had been stubbornly defiant just moments ago, shrank back when he heard An An’s voice, his ears drooping. In this household, he wasn’t afraid of Maya or Gairo. Even if they were angry, they would at most scold him a few times. When one was loved, one tended…