Xia Yue jumped down from the well edge, then gently clapped his hands and looked at the cat by his feet.
Chen Lu Si thought for a moment and understood.
A bit helpless.
Xia Yue really started teaching him what to do in case he died.
On the other side.
Xia Yue saw that Chen Lu Si still didn't believe it, shrugged his shoulders, said nothing more, and squatted down in front of the cat.
The white cat stood by Chen Lu Si's feet, unafraid of strangers, and even slightly raised its head to actively look at Xia Yue.
"Can you return half of Jinling?"
Xia Yue looked at the cat and suddenly spoke in a negotiating tone: "This way, it'll be difficult for your owner, too. I don't want to hit a cat either."
"...Meow."
The white cat lowered its head again, then rubbed against Chen Lu Si's pant leg, hid behind him, and ignored Xia Yue.
Chen Lu Si asked, "Will this negotiation work?"
"What if it does? I can't punch the cat right in front of you, can I?"
