Su Yining was utterly speechless, not understanding how the black pot had landed on her!
"Is this your cat?" The beer-bellied uncle asked again, this time more aggressively.
She snapped out of her daze and hurriedly shook her head. "It's not my cat."
Although she said that, the next scene really refreshed her understanding about cats. The black cat meowed incessantly at her, soft and gentle. It even rubbed against her neck and chin.
When she tried to catch it, the cat nimbly evaded with ease, looking as if it was a pet who was playing around with its owner.
Su Yining: …
The beer-bellied uncle's nostrils flared. He glared at her, putting his hands on his hips. "This cat is always hissing at everyone who is trying to pet it, but it looks so comfortable around you. Are you still not going to admit that this cat is yours?"
