"Oh? There are still people fiddling with such a small Lucky Cat."
The little black cat's body was indeed quite small, only the size of three human fists, and it had short legs, so the image reflected on the car's windshield was of a man's legs.
"Meow."
Little Hei raised its head slightly, still looking dazedly at the man in front of it.
From an adult's perspective, the man wasn't tall, dressed simply, and appeared to be in his twenties, with a hint of handsomeness.
"Little thing, you're quite lucky, come on in."
Little Hei followed the man's steps into the house.
Past the entryway was a large living room of about forty square meters, where eight people were sitting cross-legged on sofas, chairs, and cushions—three women and five men, making a total of nine people including the man who had led Little Hei inside.
Xian Qianling saw this and turned to you, saying, "There really are nine people!"