If I were to answer honestly, it'd be like exposing my little secret of hanging out downstairs every day.
Lu Jing coughed lightly, casting a calm glance at the kitten lying on his lap, "It looks a bit ugly, all skinny and scrawny. Doesn't look like a cat you'd buy, so I guess you found it instead."
"Who are you calling ugly?" Zhang Lingying frowned in displeasure, wanting to take her little kitty back, refusing to let Lu Jing hold it any longer.
But before she could reach Little Mirror, it had already scratched Lu Jing with a paw and leapt out of his arms, diving straight into Zhang Lingying's embrace.
The kitten had just had its nails clipped, so it didn't really hurt Lu Jing, but the expression on Lu Jing's face had become terribly grim, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, staring directly at the bottom hem of his shirt.
