Little Mirror was yelled at and instantly froze in place, blinking those beautiful cat eyes, looking blankly at Zhang Lingying.
In a flash, Zhang Lingying reached out and caught the little rascal before it could eat something it shouldn't, holding it close in her arms.
She lowered her head, worriedly checking if it had licked the fish on the plate. Discovering it hadn't, she couldn't help but poke its little kitty head and scolded, "You're still just a little kitten, the kind that's still drinking milk, you know? The doctor said you've been hungry for too long, your stomach isn't good, any stimulating food you definitely can't eat now, or it'll be life-threatening, remember?"
"Meow—"
Little Mirror collapsed in her arms, comfortably sleeping on her lap, turning over finally showing its belly and acting spoiled.
Zhang Lingying was suddenly at a loss.
Little Mirror was still young, needs to be taught slowly, it's alright.
