Bribed with a Single Meal

If Small Tower had facial expressions, it would currently definitely be dumbfounded.

After a moment of speechlessness, it finally said, "This descendant of the White Tiger's injury most likely is a brain injury!" It really thought of itself as a cat; it was a bit of a retard.

"Little cat, come over quickly. I also have a ball!" Li Weiwei picked up the ball of wool on the ground, and then gave it a toss.

The fat cat could not restrain itself and pounced over, but then became so furious it erupted into a loud series of meowing, feeling incredible regret. Why was it that it had completely no resistance against woolen, ball-like objects?

Ling Han smiled, and said, "Fat cat, let's be friends. In the future, you can eat as much of the barbequed meat here as you like until you're full, how about it? Though you can snatch it, I can still choose not to take it out. Furthermore, I could still choose to eat elsewhere as well."