Fatty turned his head and reached for the spot on the sofa that had jabbed his butt, then pulled out from the crack between the cushions a… bird?
It was a little bird toy.
The bird was stuck in the gap between two couch cushions, only its rock-hard beak jutting upward. Fatty had just sat squarely on its beak.
"What's this?" Fatty curiously pinched the little bird toy between two fingers. The feathers on it were a bit messy, and a tuft of tail feathers had been yanked out. "Is this Mr. Xie Bi'an's plush? He doesn't look like the kind of guy who'd like this sort of thing."
"It's a cat toy," Gu Mian said.
"Huh?" Fatty turned to look at Gu Mian. "Doctor, how do you know? Did you raise a cat before?"
Gu Mian's luck had been bad since he was a kid; that misfortune showed up in every corner of his life.
Back when he was in school and living in the dorms, mice were frequent visitors to his room. They ignored all the surrounding dorms and just loved squeezing into his.
