Throwing the Cat Out as a Weapon!

Amelia was very happy. "Eighth Uncle! It's a cat!"

Andrew knelt down and asked, "Mia likes cats a lot?"

Amelia nodded. "Yes, yes!"

Andrew: "Then Uncle will buy one for you to raise?"

Amelia shook her head. "No need. Cats like to catch birds. I'm afraid Seven will be frightened by cats."

Andrew sighed in his heart. Mia's thoughts were really soft and delicate. They were for the gentle little darling.

At this moment, the kitten suddenly exploded and let out a fierce meow from its throat before running away. Amelia turned around and saw Sang standing behind them. When he saw her looking over, he smiled and said, "Aiyo, Little Miss is playing with stones here. How dirty is it? Uncle will bring you to the river to play."

Sang smiled like a pervert. Amelia refused without thinking. "No!"