Zhi'er reached out her little hand, wanting to pet the orange cat.
However, Dahua just perfunctorily brushed against her palm for a moment.
Then it returned to Feng Fuce's side.
The orange cat knew well who gave more food and who gave less!
It rubbed back and forth, constantly meowing: "Meow~"
Feng Fuce was afraid Zhi'er would notice something amiss.
He gently nudged Dahua to the side with his hand.
Unexpectedly, the orange cat played its trick again.
It lay down on the spot, belly up, and meowed innocently.
That little expression, as if saying if Feng Fuce didn't give it three dishes of jerky today, it wouldn't let it go!
Zhi'er spoke with urgency in her baby voice.
"Brother Juzi, what's wrong with Dahua? It's been meowing nonstop, is it unwell?"
"I haven't seen it these past few days, is it hurt or did something happen?"
As she spoke, she had already lifted her little hand, touching the handkerchief over her eyes.
It seemed she wanted to take it off.
