Little Fei...
This name made Dong Chengling slightly lost in thought. She walked to the balcony, opened the French windows, and let the cool night breeze blow into the room.
"I thought you preferred raising cats, Ren Suo."
Dong Chengling turned to look at him and smiled, "Cats and birds really can't be raised together."
"You're wrong, I don't like raising cats." Ren Suo shook his head. It was manageable before he acquired "Evolution of the Cat" from "Devouring the Spirit of the World," but after that, besides improved agility, optimized sleep, and being easily soothed by head pats, the most significant change was that cats naturally gravitated towards him and he could understand what they were saying.
In the past, he found 'MEOW MEOW MEOW' quite adorable, but now that he understood them, he knew these meows meant things like: 'Man, my balls are itchy,' 'My balls are dirty, need to lick them clean,' 'Hahaha, this sand sculpture human, I insult him and he's still happy.'
