Liu Wenying picked up her daughter Yueyue, allowing Yueyue to take a closer look at the Siamese cat through the clear glass-built display cage.

"Yueyue, do you like this cat?"

Siamese cats were naturally attached to human beings. At this moment, it couldn’t wait to get through the ventilation hole and jump into its owner’s arms to cuddle.

The Siamese cat had a very tiny face with two big round eyes. It was already very adorable, and its small body brought out even more cuteness. Especially the Siamese cat’s mouth and nose, which had black fur that extended up its forehead and, after passing the eye sockets, spread out in three directions—up, left, and right—before fading out. It looked like a trident from a distance, which not only showed its cuteness but also how full of energy it was.

Liu Wenying was a bit concerned about whether or not Yueyue was going to like the Siamese cat, because Yueyue had favored Zhao Qi’s British Shorthair when they met at the entrance of the elevator, but as a matter of fact, she had slightly underestimated a child’s ability to change its mind. Yueyue was very excited and reached out toward the Siamese cat while screaming, "Ki