"No, big cat bro, you've got it all wrong, this isn't a fatwa."
Seeing that Tabby Cat had misunderstood, Chen Yuan hurriedly explained.
"Ah? We're in dialogue now?"
Xia Xinyu was quite puzzled by this scene because these two... ah, not two people, one human and one cat sitting here seemed to be really talking.
The cat didn't understand what the human was so anxious about; it had already accepted the job, yet he was still so insistent. So, eyeing another sausage in his hand, it stared for a while and then meowed, "I'll even take a beating... but I need another one."
Damn, who's asking you to get beaten up!
Can't you do things a bit more civilly?
Helpless, Chen Yuan could only point to his own sausage and then to the cat in the picture frame, meaning: find it and then I'll give you this.
Cheapskate humans.
Well, I might as well help him beat up that white fatty.
"Let's go~"
So, the slim but fierce Tabby Cat meowed and started walking ahead.