Little Fatty's father was very surprised by the kitten the delivery guy handed over.
"We didn't buy a pet," Little Fatty's father said.
Little Fatty's mother, standing next to him, seemed to have a moment of realization but also a look of disbelief.
"It's for room 1506, for Zhang Ximu. The last digits of the phone number are 8153."
"That's my phone number," Little Fatty's mother replied.
At this moment, Mumu had already run over, arms outstretched to take the cage from the delivery guy.
"It's the kitten my brother sent to me, no, it's the kitten my brother asked the immortal for..."
Before Mumu could finish her sentence, Little Fatty's mother covered her mouth, thinking some things are best said at home; letting outsiders hear would make them think they're crazy.
"My kitten," Mumu struggled to say.
"Could you please sign for this?" The delivery guy didn't care much about their conversation; he just wanted to finish this delivery quickly.
