The Troubles of the World (1)

In the morning, Ling Ping'an woke up from his sweet sleep.

He stretched lazily.

"Meow!"

Bastet, who had been lying on the side of the bed, also woke up and gave him a fawning meow.

A he stretched out his hand slightly, the little guy jumped from the ground into his hand.

He hugged it in his arms.

The little cat's body was very soft, and its fur was very clean. It had a pair of cute amber-colored big eyes, and it looked silly and cute.

It was as cute as the little girl.

Ling Ping'an chuckled. "Little Darling... Today's social gathering is starting..."

"According to the arrangements, there are still four to five days before we can go home!"

"Meow!"

The cat meowed lightly, as if saying that it didn't like the imperial city either.

Ling Ping'an shook his head. "Isn't there no other way?"

"Just think of it as coming here to complete a mission!"