In the quiet art studio.
It was probably the sixth sense working invisibly.
Bu Dao stopped before getting too close to trigger the tabby cat's instinctive aggression.
Ah Wang still had his paws resting on the edge of the can, ready to pounce at any moment.
Before that.
She stared unblinkingly at Bu Dao, seemingly trying to figure out what this guy was up to.
"Meow?"
This meow was actually made by Bu Dao.
The plump child slowly knelt on one knee, leaning forward.
He opened his mouth and mimicked Ah Wang's meowing, like singing a nursery rhyme made up of strange syllables.
"Ken, meow meow, ding, ding ding, ken ken, meow...?"
Bu Dao cautiously pointed a finger towards Ah Wang.
Outside, Gu Weijing watched this perplexing scene through the camera.
It took him a full half-minute to understand what Bu Dao was trying to convey.
"Ken" should be the homophonic representation of "Can" under Bu Dao's peculiar method of vibrating his vocal cords.
