CREAK.
The door closed as Su Xinghuo returned to Room Eleven. He heaved a sigh of relief, facing the black cat in his arms.
"MEOW."
The black cat called out softly, and the air in the room rippled like water, achieving an effect similar to a soundproof talisman.
It jumped down from Su Xinghuo's embrace, landed on the wooden desk, and said solemnly, "So, you've just explained everything like that?"
"If there were another option, I wouldn't want my life controlled by someone else either."
