Who would have thought a New Year's Eve dinner could cause so much trouble.
A disheveled Qiao An rushed home and saw the Wangwang Team huddled by the door, having a stare-down with Little Bai and Little Qing. One was baring its teeth, the other was wagging its tail furiously.
Of course, the one wagging its tail was Little Qing. The lazy Little Bai was still lying on the heated floor, eyes half-closed and drowsy.
Ao Bai, on the other hand, had returned to a familiar place and collapsed from exhaustion, falling fast asleep in its cat bed.
"What are you guys doing squatting in the corner? Come over here and have something to eat!"
Since Ding Fengchun now ran a Cat Cafe, the house was never short on canned food and snacks. For the Wangwang Team, who had lived in a constant state of hunger, they weren't picky at all.
