One person and one cat almost suffocated her.
Ji Weitian couldn't bear to get rid of her precious daughter, so she unhesitatingly grabbed the cat and tossed it aside, "You eat so much and still want to sleep on your owner's chest?"
"Meow—" Fatty turned over with a cry, looking at the Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling still asleep on Ji Weitian's chest, as if accusing her of favoritism.
Ji Weitian didn't feel guilty at all, "This is my grandmother, the head of the household. You all have to please her. Blame me?"
Couldn't provoke, couldn't provoke.
Fatty, living like a cat spirit, decisively gave up the challenge and, in a feline gait, found a comfortable spot to continue sleeping.
Ji Weitian turned her head to look out the window. The sky was just getting light, and she could lie in bed a little longer.
