Feng Chuge was worried and came out to take a look, but he saw the meatball lying on the side, trembling as if it was afraid.
She picked up the meatball and looked around. She did not see anyone or any other cats like Violet Orchid had mentioned.
"What's wrong? Are you that scared?" Feng Chuge stroked the meatball's fur and comforted it.
She knew that the meatball was especially proficient in spirituality.
The meatball understood what she said.
The meatball retracted its gaze from the distance and obediently lay in Feng Chuge's arms.
"Meow ~~"
It let out a soft cry, and after that, it stuck out its tongue and licked Feng Chu Ge's hand…
Feng Chuge chuckled. "If there's nothing else, we'll go back."
Leaning into Feng Chuge's arms, it headed in the opposite direction. The meatball did not forget to stick its head out and look in a certain direction arrogantly.
The setting sun gilded her black robe with a layer of gold.