But what Han Ning found most interesting was the fat cat coiled up beside the woman, its fur a light gray with a bluish tint.
'A blue cat? A British Shorthair? Are people allowed to bring pets on a cruise ship…'
Whenever Han Ning took a step forward, the chubby blue cat would react as if it had met an enemy. Its back would arch slightly, every hair on its body standing on end as it hissed at him nonstop, baring its sharp little teeth.
"Mengting, it's me." Seeing her daughter's unconscious state, the older woman's eyes immediately reddened. She looked at Han Ning with a pleading gaze and begged, "Young man, please help my daughter. I think her wound is infected."
