Fu Sichen's cat was image-conscious.
He not only wanted to wear clothes during the day, but it was also the same at bedtime. He wanted to hide his testicles in his thick fur, so how could he tolerate being watched while bathing?
Furthermore, millions of viewers watched the broadcast.
Fu Sichen ruthlessly rejected the cameraman. He was left to stand outside the door by himself, pitifully listening to the occasional sound of running water.
Pei Zhen was cooperative, so it didn't take more than a few minutes to bathe him. As Fu Sichen walked out carrying the wet cat, his eyes met those of the cameraman.
"Why are you still here?" Fu Sichen was a bit speechless and carefully held the Persian cat. "If you don't leave, my cat's going to attack."
He wasn't lying.
The cameraman initially did not believe him.
Fu Sichen's rolled up his sleeves because he was bathing the cat, and it revealed the scratch marks on his arms.
