Bai Xiaochen waved his small hand excitedly. "Xiao Mi, go and pack my stuff together with me."
After Xiao Mi, the little white tiger that was sun bathing by the door heard this sentence, it lazily raised his head to look at him.
"I'm a white tiger. Can you not treat me like a little cat and order me around?"
Bai Xiaochen immediately became unhappy as he crossed his little hands on his hips. His small face crumpled. "Xiao Mi, as a cat, you're denying your own identity. This is already your fault. Now you don't even know how to meow?"
If the little white tiger was a human, one would be able to easily notice his face twitching.
It was thinking that it was, after all, the descendant of a white tiger and it would be able to show of its might all over when it becomes an adult. However, this little ancestor was treating it as a cat and even fed it small little dry fish.
It really wanted to eat meat. What was it to do?
