Jiang Yibai, who was eating lunch, said slowly, "Don't worry about it; it doesn't have a real stomach to begin with, so even if it doesn't eat, it won't die."
After a while, a servant came to report, "Young Master, Pangpang has stuck its paw into the socket, trying to commit suicide!"
"Cut the power," Jiang Yibai said indifferently.
He was curious to see what sort of trouble a cat could cause.
"Young Master, Pangpang has fainted..." After a while, the servant ran over, his face full of anxiety, "No matter how I call it, it doesn't move, just like, like it's dead."
"What!?"
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yibai's brows immediately furrowed tightly.
The next second, the servant saw their young master rush into the storeroom like a gust of wind.
Then he opened the cage, his face full of tension.
"Kitty?"
Jiang Yibai held the limp cat in his arms, his hands trembling slightly.
Had he only locked it up for a few days, and it had fainted?
