I Was Joking

Jiang Zhihan paused for a moment and said, "Cats and dogs don't get along well with one another."

Even if he was a cat that had turned into a human and couldn't take the initiative to attract hatred, the same couldn't be said for Song Qingyou's dog.

Song Qingyou understood what he meant.

"Then I'll get another cat. What do you think of Siamese cats?"

"You don't have to do this," Jiang Zhihan said.

He was obviously a cat, why would he raise another one?

Song Qingyou sighed.

"Compared to pets that can't be casually stroked and can't be held forever, it's better to have a real cat…"

No matter how she heard it, it sounded a little strange, but Song Qingyou's acting was good enough, so she looked helpless and regretful.

She was just short of directly condemning someone.

Jiang Zhihan didn't seem to notice it as he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him calmly.