"Xiaohua, right." Wu Jie didn't pay any attention to the black cat between them, and walked straight to Xiaohua.
"Ha!" The black cat made a warning sound.
He really didn't think a strange adult man approaching a four-year-old girl in such an alley was out of any good intentions.
Wu Jie looked down at the black cat with a condescending gaze, and suddenly, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"What can you do, anyway?" Wu Jie asked the black cat with interest.
Xiaohua sensed the black cat's fear, and she looked at Wu Jie: "You're not a good person!"
Wu Jie flashed her a bright smile.
He provocatively stared at the black cat, advancing step by step, and reached out toward Xiaohua—
"Meow!"
The black cat suddenly leaped up, its sharp claws scratching at Wu Jie, but the latter lightly kicked it a few meters away.
