It has to be said that gentle and quiet people may be subconsciously guarded against, but after seeing the cute kitten, even her usually cold eyes were tinged with a trace of warmth.
She squatted down and really wanted to reach out to touch the White Kitten’s head, but she was a little timid, afraid that the kitten would be scared away by her.
Or some other reaction.
The little white cat was naturally Xiao'ai.
Xiao'ai was originally a mixed-breed farm cat, but she was very smart and human-like. Her entire body was snow-white, with only a tuft of gray fur on her forehead.
After Gu Yan brought her home, she ate better than before. Her fur was more supple and shiny, and she had gained a lot of weight.
In addition, she was very good at watching people serve food, and she knew how to act cute to please people. Now, almost everyone liked her.
Even the slightly cold old master Bai, who was usually very dignified, and Xiao Sheng, who came to the Bai family later, liked it very much.
