Qiao Xiaowan, who had been spoiled and doted on since childhood, had never suffered such humiliation. She burst into tears with a "wa" sound. Seeing this, Grandpa was even less pleased, a strange whistling sound coming from his mouth.
Several cats that had been lazily lying around jumped up with a "swoosh," their eyes round and wide, bodies arched, and the hair on their tails fluffed up like big broom heads. Ye Xuan saw this and pushed Qiao Xiaowan: "If you want to turn into a painted face, just keep on crying here!"
Under the sunlight, the cats' round eyes glinted with a strange light. Qiao Xiaowan was terrified, her lips trembling as she turned to run away, but tripped over her right leg with her left and – with a lurch – fell flat on the ground.
Luo Ye, following the principle of kindness towards others, wanted to help her up, but by the time she had risen, Qiao Xiaowan had already clumsily scrambled up and run off.
