83 Star of the Cafe

Just as the girls thought that the LiHua cat was in for more manhandling, the café staff unexpectedly lowered him to the ground.

The cat pranced forward, a spring in each of his small steps. He stopped before Coco and purred demurely. He looked up at her with an innocent expression, raising his white paws as if to show off.

"Heh heh," Matcha chuckled to himself, "With my round face, snow-white paws and large eyes, these girls don't stand a chance!"

Unfortunately for Matcha, that was far from the reception he received.

"Oh my god, Leigh. This cat is trying way too hard," Coco laughed.

She tightened her arms around Mango. "My kitty is still the cutest."

Matcha froze. He glared at Coco, thinking, "Tasteless peasant."

Leigh, who had been staring at the screen on her phone, looked up at Coco. She had been reading about Russian Blues after Bai Quan told her that it was the breed Mango belonged to.