"Dormitories are not allowed to keep cats."
"What should I do then?"
The dormitory supervisor was also at a loss, "I can't help you keep it here. I haven't prepared anything, and I'm busy, with lots of things to do later..."
Song Baobao looked at the little cat.
Just then, it raised its head and meowed at her.
"Meow—"
Open-mouthed, it seemed to use all its strength, but only a soft, squeaky sound came out...
Song Baobao's heart softened, and she couldn't help but reach out to stroke its small head.
The little cat seemed quite comfortable, closing its eyes and even leaning its head over.
"Look at that," the dormitory supervisor said with a smile, "this cat really likes you."
Song Baobao thought for a moment, "How about this, Auntie, I'll take the cat back, and if someone comes looking for it, give them my phone number."
"Alright." The dormitory supervisor quickly took out paper and pen to note down the number.
