"You're talking human language to a bunch of cats, do you think they understand?!"
Doctor Xiao lowered his voice and roared, almost yanking the black cat's ears, "Even if it were Poseidon, I don't think he would recognize you!"
That wasn't entirely inaccurate—Little Fox looked at the black cat with a gaze that was three parts familiar, seven parts strange. But it didn't mean that Zheng Qing had no solution for it—the black cat flattened its ears, cutting off Doctor Xiao's noisy rant.
"Next time I morph, I'll just bring him close to me." The black cat didn't seem to care, it just waved its paw, "Poseidon is so smart in my house, I'm sure he can remember."