Zhi’er reached out her little hand, wanting to pet the orange cat.
However, Dahua just perfunctorily brushed against her palm for a moment.
Then it returned to Feng Fuce’s side.
The orange cat knew well who gave more food and who gave less!
It rubbed back and forth, constantly meowing: "Meow~"
Feng Fuce was afraid Zhi’er would notice something amiss.
He gently nudged Dahua to the side with his hand.
Unexpectedly, the orange cat played its trick again.
It lay down on the spot, belly up, and meowed innocently.
That little expression, as if saying if Feng Fuce didn’t give it three dishes of jerky today, it wouldn’t let it go!
Zhi’er spoke with urgency in her baby voice.
"Brother Juzi, what’s wrong with Dahua? It’s been meowing nonstop, is it unwell?"
"I haven’t seen it these past few days, is it hurt or did something happen?"
As she spoke, she had already lifted her little hand, touching the handkerchief over her eyes.
It seemed she wanted to take it off.
Feng Fuce’s long brows knitted, his deep eyes suddenly turning cold.
He held Zhi’er’s little hand, not allowing her to move.
With his other hand, he picked up the orange cat by the scruff and gently tossed it a little distance away.
But the orange cat was persistent.
It thought Feng Fuce was playing with it, turned around, its round body running back.
This time, not only did it return to Feng Fuce’s side, it jumped right onto his lap!
"Meow~" Dahua elegantly licked its paw.
Zhi’er struggled with her little hands: "Brother Juzi, let me see Dahua!"
The cat meowed on one side, and the little rascal caused trouble on the other.
Beneath Feng Fuce’s long eyebrows, his expression was teetering on mild exasperation.
Before he could again shoo the orange cat away.
The cat, in a bold move, stood upright, its paws hooked onto Feng Fuce’s collar!
In a flash, Zhi’er’s struggle made her handkerchief loosen a bit.
However, only a tiny corner was revealed.
She couldn’t see the person in front of her, only the left door, which didn’t look like an ordinary palace courtyard.
Zhi’er’s small body was picked up by someone.
Feng Fuce held her like a doll, making the little girl face forward, her back against him.
He held the little girl with his left hand, and with his right hand, he held the meowing cat. He quickly walked towards the stone forest.
By the time Zhi’er came to her senses, he had already put her down.
Feng Fuce hastily wrote four characters in the little girl’s palm—
Then he stuffed the orange cat into Zhi’er’s arms.
As Zhi’er quickly untied the handkerchief.
The stone forest was serene, with no one around!
The little girl pouted discontentedly: "Brother Juzi quickly vanishes without a trace every time he leaves."
After she finished speaking, she looked down, and the orange cat in her arms was meowing angrily and struggling because its feeder had run away.
Zhi’er skillfully held the cat’s belly, and with her other little hand, she grabbed its two paws, carrying the orange cat out of the stone forest.
"Dahua, where have you been these days? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, you know how worried I was!"
"It’s dangerous outside, and for a little kitty like you who eats so much and can’t wash clothes or cook, other owners might not want you."
"Only Zhi’er will always give you plenty of food."
The orange cat made a "meow" of protest.
At this moment, Zhi’er noticed there seemed to be something like a thread caught on its paw.
The little girl quickly pulled the thread down and released the orange cat.
The moment the cat hit the ground, it skillfully climbed a few stones and vanished in the blink of an eye.