The self-cultivation of a scumbag (1)

The cat's limbs were covered with thick meat pads, so it ran on the ground silently.

Even an expert with sharp eyes and ears would not be able to capture the movement of the orange cat if they did not listen carefully.

Of course, even if they heard it, no one would care about a wild cat.

Xu Qi 'an had stayed in Chai Manor for half a day, but he only knew the general location of Chai Xing' er's residence.

The orange cat "aimlessly" walked around the inner courtyard, and before long, it finally found Chai Xing 'er's boudoir. It was a small courtyard, and in the side room of the main house, candlelight flickered.

The orange cat walked slowly under the eaves to the door and listened.

Li Lang, tell me the truth. Did you really return to Xiang Zhou for me? "

Chai Xing 'er's clear and melodious voice could be heard from the bedroom door.

"Of course!"