"Meow."
As Chloe Stephens pondered, the black cat walked gracefully on the table.
It crouched in front of Chloe, and its one black and one purple eye stared steadily at her.
"What's the matter?"
"Meow."
"I'm fine, and my cultivation has improved. You should cultivate well, too. Don't come out if it's not necessary."
"Meow..." The voice sounded somewhat resentful.
"The person we saw last time, I'll find time to accompany you to see them again, but are you sure that's the person you're looking for?"
"Meow meow!"
"That person is from the Godfrey Family."
"Meow!"
"I can't go to the Godfrey Family for now," Chloe glanced over casually, "You like Morgan Crowley, don't you? I'll send it to you."
"..." The black cat walked away with drooping ears, feeling wronged.
Chloe leaned back in her chair, gazing at the screen for a moment before shutting down the computer and going to sleep.