It clung to Zhang Lingying's chest, not satisfied, as if feeling uneasy, it kept rubbing against her.
Seeing this, Lu Jing was burning with anger but didn't dare to pick it up. He could only glare at it fiercely.
Little Mirror seemed to sense this, its cat head poking out from Zhang Lingying's embrace, giving Lu Jing a glance, and meowing fiercely at him.
That meow was very shrill, as if Lu Jing had hit it, completely unlike the cute, coquettish demeanor it showed in front of Zhang Lingying.
Not to mention Lu Jing was surprised, Zhang Lingying was also very surprised.
After handing the slippers to Lu Jing, she looked down at the little creature in her arms and reached out to rub its little head, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
"Meow—" a soft and pitiful cry.
Zhang Lingying's heart was melted by its meow, she gently smoothed its fur, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, he's not a bad person."
