Shang Qing finally sensed something was wrong.
This cat seemed unwilling to let them leave.
Shang Qing stopped, squatted down to look at the white cat in front of her, and asked in a low voice, "What exactly do you mean? Why won't you let us go? Is that person your owner?"
The white cat nodded quickly, then meowed several times at Shang Qing.
Shang Qing was greatly surprised; she never expected this little white cat could actually understand her words.
This time, the fear she felt earlier was greatly eased.
However, she didn't dare to reach out and pick up the white cat.
Instead, she curiously continued asking, "Little white cat, why are you stopping us from leaving? We are going back to the city to report this, and then let Public Security handle the scene..."
The white cat shook its head repeatedly at Shang Qing.
Shang Qing froze.
It seemed her question was not correct.
The white cat didn't mean that.
