Wei Shaoyin was still agitated.
Xia Ling said, "I'll send you the full lyrics sheet in a few days."
He nodded his head meekly. Just a while ago, he acted like he was lecturing a grandchild, and now, he played the other role of paying respects to his ancestors. He dutifully walked her out of the recording studio and to Lei's car.
Li Lei drove her home.
She entered the apartment first and was greeted with Er Mao holding the kitten in its mouth, its mouth and chest filled with blood.
"Er Mao, what are you doing!" Xia Ling got a fright and rushed toward them even before removing her shoes. She wanted to grab the kitten away from Er Mao's mouth.
With the kitten still in its mouth, Er Mao turned away and avoided her.
