[1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 7? 6?—]
Little Sand Cat scratched its head frantically; it could only count up to five.
Black Jungle Cat twitched its whiskers, glanced into the rescue station, and licked its paws: [Missing a few is no big deal, Little Xu Station Chief has plenty of eggs.]
[Stop counting, child, I'm afraid you'll get dizzy.]
Little Sand Cat had to give up.
And the culprits had already become a tumbling ball of orange fur, fighting for the biggest meatball inside the rescue station.
The days that followed were uneventful, and Xu Ying lived a fulfilling life.
Now the Qiao family's construction team had reached the desert, and besides the pet hospital starting up, Qiao Yanli had arranged a construction team for Xu Ying, giving her free rein to build whatever she wished.
So Xu Ying rubbed her hands and began planning homes for her big and small friends at the rescue station.
More than half a month passed.
