"Vivian! How can you, how can you say that about me?"
White flailed around with all four paws, constantly protesting, refusing to admit he had gotten fat.
"I'm just well-rounded, not fat!"
Vivian Morgan nodded, "Alright!"
"You're too perfunctory! I'll check in the mirror when I get back. If I really am fat, I'll go on a diet."
However, as soon as he got off the car, he was dizzy from all the compliments.
"Ah, what a cute kitty! I really want to pet it."
"Don't even think about it; it belongs to someone! Plus, look at that chubby cat's expression—it's just like a haughty little princess."
Vivian Morgan heard the words "chubby cat" and instinctively glanced at White.
White could no longer suppress the primal force within, "Vivian, don't stop me! I—"
Feeling light-headed one moment, and the next moment he was called fat!
How could he endure this!!!
Yet, Vivian Morgan still hugged him, "Don't make a fuss; you're quite cute as you are now!"
