On the way to the academic building, Fan Lin's gaze was glued to Yin Zhi. But he was completely uncooperative, either showing her the back of his head or, whenever she reached out to touch the glass dome of the carrier, whipping his head around to hiss at her…
Wen Qian thought Fan Lin would get the hint and back down, but instead, she just kept praising Yin Zhi. "It's so cool!"
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During class, Fan Lin's attention was completely captivated by Yin Zhi. She had never seen such a special cat. It looked like a silver gradient, but the pattern on its fur was much more unique than that of an ordinary one.
Even though it was just a small kitten, its aura was fiercer than many large animals. Fan Lin was a little envious. This cat was so much more interesting than the big-tailed Ragdoll she had at home.
"Qianqian, doesn't your cat need a leash?" Fan Lin asked.
