Although Xiang Minghou had seen it once before, he was still shocked by it. It was truly beautiful. The one in his memory wasn't nearly as plump as the one before him.
"PFFT… COUGH, COUGH…"
Ye Qianning was drinking her soup when her eyes inadvertently glanced at the so-called White Spirit, causing her to choke and start coughing uncontrollably.
Xiang Minghou quickly set the cage down and gently patted her back with his large hand. "Slow down. No one's going to steal it from you."
"Cough… Dad, this is the White Spirit?" Ye Qianning asked after catching her breath.
"That's right. The White Spirit possesses a pair of blue eyes that seem to hold the colors of heaven and earth. There's no mistaking it," Xiang Minghou said with high praise.
"..."
No matter how Ye Qianning looked at it, the creature before her was just a long-haired cat—and a modern Ragdoll at that. This particular one was exceptionally beautiful, soft, and cute.
