"Run, warthog! Run, run!"
Tuanzi stared unwaveringly at the television screen where a cheetah was chasing its prey, so tense that her little paws clenched together.
Seated beside her, Huai Xu, who had been robbed of the remote control and thus unable to watch his war drama, glowered. "Are you a cat or a pig? Shouldn't you be empathizing with the cat in this situation?"
Tuanzi paid him no attention.
Zhou Li and Brother Nan had finished packing and were putting on their shoes by the door.
Soon, Zhou Li's voice rang out, very tenderly, "We're going out now. Remember to watch the house."
Tuanzi's ears swung around like radar.
"MEOW!"
She quickly stood up, leaped off the coffee table, and dashed to Zhou Li's feet. Then she turned her head toward Huai Xu and said proudly, "Lord Dumpling is venturing out! Huai Xu, remember to watch the house!"
"You..."
"Silly Huai Xu, so pitiful! TCH TCH TCH..."
