Zheng Qing scratched the back of his head, looking a bit puzzled.
Had he guessed wrong? The little white cat he'd encountered on Friday night - was it really just a relative of the one that was murdered, and not Jiang Yu's transformation?
Due to one reason or another, Zheng Qing had always believed that the small white cat he saved on Friday night by the Lakeside of Bell Lake was a transformed Jiang Yu. So, he had already started speaking, prepared to tease the witch about her weak appearance once transformed. It was also a prelude to dissuading the witch from her dangerous plan.
However, Jiang Yu's response caught him off guard. Many words he had prepared in his head fell on deaf ears, leaving him tongue-tied.