Fat Cat...
No, it's Pang Hu.
A very fitting name, orange, fat and chubby; it looks just like a little tiger with a tiger's head.
Though it seems Li Jingjun actually gave it this name, perhaps intending to keep it as a pet.
And it makes sense...
Xu Lingjun had already been quite reclusive, hardly making new friends. If it weren't for Zong Xiaoping, his fellow student that came with him, he might not have known even a single friend by now.
This Li Jingjun is even more reclusive...
In such an unfamiliar place, having a pet can prevent loneliness from turning into psychological issues.
It's quite a reasonable thing to do.
Seeing Pang Hu not having lost weight and instead sleeping soundly, limbs stretched out, Li Jingjun's expression visibly relaxed, and she seriously said, "Thank you for taking care of Pang Hu over these days."
Xu Lingjun sniffed the air, detecting a very strong scent of blood.
He asked, "Are you injured?"
