Of course, he didn't say this out loud. He always felt that the orange cat seemed to understand human speech, and he didn't want to give her a bad impression, making her think he was dismissing her as worthless.
The Persian Cat in the woven basket looked about three months old, with long, snow-white fur and blue eyes that seemed as vast as the endless stars, incredibly beautiful.
Ruan Jiaojiao's first sight of the cat was those blue eyes, and she was immediately amazed.
The cat's eyes lit up when it saw her, and it stood up from lying in the cage, eager to greet her. But as soon as it saw Xiu Xi holding her, it got so scared that its fur stood on end, arching its back and growling fiercely at him.
"Eh? What's going on?" Duan Xin curiously looked at the suddenly aggressive Persian Cat. It had been fine on the way, so why was it suddenly angry?
"Meow-ga." Probably scared by Brother Xu.
