The wicked meet

Fang Ping's words made the atmosphere in the small building a little off.

Fang ping did not care about them. He looked at the cat in the building and suddenly laughed.

Beside him, the old cat meowed and pounced over. That ... Cat?

Alright, let's say the pig called San Mao fell!

"Meow!"

The old cat was furious and pressed down on the "pig". It was flustered and exasperated."I'm not that fat!"

Yes, was this a cat?

Fang ping felt that there might be something wrong with his perception. This was clearly a pig!

It was too fat!

He was so fat that he could barely stand up, and his four legs could not be seen.

Fang ping laughed so hard that he could barely hold on. He looked at the crowd and said,"Did you feed this?"