After Yang Zhen and the cheeky cat returned to their quarters, that stray feline kept guessing what unknown secrets the Wang Family might know.
"Kid, do you think the Eastern Desolation Emperor did more than just let out a fart at the Sea Dragon Pool?"
Yang Zhen lay down on his bed, curled his lip, and said, "How should I know? Maybe he even took a dump?"
The impudent cat gave Yang Zhan a look of disdain before it couldn't help but say, "Now that I think about it, I believe that woman is not as simple as she seems, including her Astrology Master behind the scenes. Don't underestimate these people. The person behind them might have truly figured something out."
Yang Zhen nodded, adding, "Definitely puzzled out something, but what it is, we do not know yet, and can only wait and see."
"Why do I feel like you've fallen into a big pit this time?" The presumptuous cat smirked as it looked at Yang Zhen.