Upon speaking of this, he noticed July Cat rolling her eyes again, causing him to furrow his brows in confusion.
"July Cat."
"I haven't offended you over the years, have I? I've always been puzzled, and I'm not sure if it's just my imagination, but why does it feel like you have a problem with me?"
"If you have any issues, just say it outright."
"Or tell me where I went wrong so I can change. I'm really at a loss here."
"Heh heh."
July Cat snickered coldly, swished her tail, and turned to walk away: "Just honestly write about your and Brother Qiu's experiences in that autobiography, and readers will naturally know where you might have offended me."
"You know best what you've done."
With that, she turned and left without looking back.
"What the hell..."
Fat Long looked bewilderedly in the direction where July Cat departed, his eyes full of confusion. Did he do something? He remembered that he hadn't interacted much with July Cat, right?
She's so strange.
