Even Nannan knew to come to deliver medicine for her?
A bitter smile formed at the corners of her mouth. After putting away the medicine bottle, she reached out to pick up the cat. Nannan, however, was not pleased. It flailed its paws over its head as if trying to shove something away, "Meow—"
"What's wrong?" Tong Ran frowned as she squatted down and placed Nannan on her knees, caressing its head. The thing was very small and made of a soft material, and thus utterly imperceptible, "Stop fussing. Shall I take you out to get some food, okay?"
"Meow!" Nannan resisted, in apparent agony, "Meow meow meow—"
"Where does it hurt?"
Tong Ran felt helpless but couldn't bring herself to be harsh. She leaned down to examine its head closely for any wounds.
At the same time, at the top floor of Empire Jue—
Mo Nanjue sat in a leather chair with his legs crossed, a cup of coffee in his hand. He took a light sip, facing a huge LCD screen.
