Looking at Qi Ling with an indifferent expression, Su Mo asked in confusion, "Why did you smash it to death?"
Those amber eyes blinked, filled with puzzlement: "You said it yourself, this cat can't be saved. Instead of letting it die slowly in extreme pain, wouldn't it be better to grant it relief sooner?"
Su Mo was momentarily at a loss for words: "That's true... but... how should I put it... you shouldn't have thrown its body into the trash bin."
Qi Ling looked back at the various classified trash bins, seeming to confirm something, then looked at Su Mo in confusion: "Animal bodies belong to organic waste; they should be thrown into the compost bin, right? That's the correct classification."
Su Mo said softly, "I'm not talking about the trash classification issue... I meant we could find a place to bury the cat, rather than throwing it in the trash."
