Meanwhile, Meow Jiang, baring her fangs and claws, looked at the Little Thumb in front of her, muttering to herself,
"This guy has been staying in front of me and not leaving, meow! Darn, surely a spy sent by the Evil God!"
In front of her, Little Thumb watched Meow Jiang lying on the sofa, doing "performance art," and felt increasingly abstract,
"You, um..."
"Don't come over, meow. I, Meow Jiang, am not just any ordinary being!"
"..."
Hearing this, Little Thumb suddenly felt the wrinkles of her cerebral cortex relax as if she was strolling through an endless field...
You know that feeling of redemption?
Anyway, looking at Meow Jiang in front of him, he suddenly felt Yan Huan was quite pitiful.
"What's wrong, Little Thumb?"
At this moment, An Le, hearing the commotion outside, walked out curiously.
Dumplings... Spicy Dumplings!
