"Meow meow, Brother Qi, can I ask one last question, meow?"
Mao Zimiao's sister, Mao Zimin, hopped around Wang Qi before finally stretching out a hand and tugging at the corner of his clothes.
"Of course," Wang Qi said seriously, looking at the book in his hands without lifting his head.
The little girl put a finger in her mouth, looking puzzled, and asked, "But meow hasn't asked yet, meow! How did you know, Brother Qi?"
"Anticipation—and that's why I hate kids... Stop pestering me with questions! And don't get your drool on my clothes!"