The Kris Wu of Cats

"Improve my attractiveness? How am I supposed to do that?" Matcha's eyes glittered with excitement.

"Improve …" Zhao Yao stared at Matcha from head to toe, then from toe to head. He commented, "No, no. You have already reached the pinnacle in terms of your looks. You are the Kris Wu of cats. There is no room for improvement in terms of your appearance."

"Huh?" Matcha stared at Zhao Yao wide-eyed and found it a little hard to believe, "I know that I am handsome, but am I really that handsome?"

"Yes!" Zhao Yao began pointing his fingers at the other cats in the café, "Look at Roly Poly, then look at Mango … D*mn it, Mango! Get down now!"

Matcha obeyed Zhao Yao's instructions and first set his eyes on Roly Poly which was resting on the table by the curtains. His huge belly dropped over and covered his hind legs. It was impossible to see his paws. He was just a gigantic balloon.