Shen Qianshu's face suddenly changed. She looked at Ye Ling in fear. His face had practically changed. With the naked eye, it could be seen that his face had swiftly become livid and sinister. His whole body was shivering as if he had come into contact with a painful switch. He had become very ruthless.
Shen Qianshu put the little kitten down, throwing herself over and hugging him.
"Throw it out, throw it out!"
Ye Ling's voice was too loud. The little kitten seemed to feel that it was in danger. It got frightened, jumped up, and ran away. Zhong Ran hurriedly chased it. He thought in his heart, Oh dear, oh dear, he wants to finish it. Little kitten, be obedient and don't run. Where will you go? I beg you, little ancestor.