Lin Nuan lowered her head and looked at the big fat cat next to her feet.
That cat seemed to notice that something wasn't right. Lin Nuan didn't bend down to stroke its head like she always did but was, instead, looking at it with a shadow of a smile.
The smart fat cat immediately rolled to its feet, shrunk its neck, and got ready to flee.
Seeing that the fur on the big fat cat's paws and chest was wet, Lin Nuan bent down, grabbed its front paws, and lifted it up…
The cat drew back its four paws, tensing up and appearing very docile.
Lin Nuan sniffed the smell on the cat's face before carrying it in her arms, feeling relieved. She smiled at the middle-aged married lady and said, "This can't prove that our cat killed your fish. Even if our cat did that, we still need proof."
