The elevator doors slowly slid open.
Renee Jennings walked out of the car, carrying the tuxedo cat Cici, and immediately saw the tall figure of Richie.
"Streamer!" Although Richie was a handsome, six-foot-three guy, he had a very shy personality. "Thank you for being willing to help."
"You're welcome," Renee said coolly. "Where do you live?"
Richie hadn't expected her to come over, so he quickly led the way. "This way, Streamer."
Renee entered the living room and asked again, "Where is your room?"
Richie continued to lead the way. His room was at the very end of the hall, near the bathroom.
When they reached his bedroom door, Renee handed him the tuxedo cat. "Hold him."
Hearing this, Richie immediately reached out and took the tuxedo cat.
Renee looked at him, a serious expression appearing on her delicate features. "Here's the deal. To protect my cat, I need to record a short video to prove I've handed him over to you. You don't mind, do you?"
