Zhou Li had just taken off his shoes, and now he had to put them on again.
The Little Trash Cat was excitedly fighting with him for the shoelaces, biting them tightly and pulling to one side.
"Lord Dumpling, is it fun?"
"HRUMPH HRUMPH..."
One could vaguely make out the intonation of the words "it's fun," but the clever Lord Dumpling still didn't let go, knowing that this was how the crow's meat had been stolen by the fox.
Not wanting to pull too hard, Zhou Li gently tugged at the shoelace, but when persuasion failed, he resorted to his trump card—
"How about letting Lord Dumpling sleep next to Brother Nan again tonight?"
"Okay!" the Little Trash Cat immediately chirped, opening her mouth.
After she spoke, she lowered her head and realized that the shoelace had been released and pulled away by Zhou Li. She quickly tried to grab it with her paw, but it was too late. She sat down unhappily, admitting that Zhou Li had won this round again.
