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The cat had slept with Tang Wan the night before. It was calm and peaceful and Tang Wan enjoyed its company. However, she was aware she couldn't possibly hoard someone else's cat. The owner might have been looking for it.

Thus, early the next morning, she took it out of her room intending to go look for the attendant downstairs in the lobby. She had barely walked out of the elevator however when she sighted Fu Tinghao standing at the door of the building.

He was staring at her intently. Or rather, he was staring at the little bundle wrapped in her arms. Tang Wan didn't think he could be the owner. She merely wondered why he was staring at her that way.

And then, she reverted her gaze and turned towards the attendant's counter. It was a woman at the counter that day. She was a young lady about Tang Wan's age.

The moment Tang Wan stopped in front of her, she flashed a small, professional smile. "Hello, Miss. How may I help you?"