When Zhang Lingying took the trash downstairs to throw it away, it was already very late.
Next to the trash can, a few stray cats were crouching.
Their black and white coats, like double-faced knights hidden in the darkness, were made even more mysterious by the unique glassy gleam of their eyes. Seeing Zhang Lingying approach with the trash, the cats meowed in unison and darted into the nearby greenery.
Zhang Lingying casually tossed away the garbage and walked away. Upon reaching the corner, she suddenly remembered something, turned around for another look, and found those few cats had already returned, treading carefully to scavenge for food.
The bag she had just thrown into the trash can had already been dragged out.
A small cat with fur that was black with a bit of white and yellow cautiously approached and, in the next second, pulled a pillowcase out from the torn garbage bag...
Zhang Lingying's eyes flickered; she recognized it instantly as the one Lu Jing used.
