Mu Qing had already gotten someone to bring the cat over. They were taking care of it in another one of his residences.
The kitten was five or six months old, with a long fur coat that was silver and white. It had a lively personality. When they came in, the kitten was running around the house.
The kitten was not afraid of strangers at all. It ran over to the two of them and sniffed, circling them.
When Xing Jiuan squatted down, it called out softly and rubbed against Xing Jiuan's hand. It was a very affectionate little fellow.
"Senior Brother, what's its name?"
"It doesn't have a name yet. You can name it."
"But I haven't decided if I want to raise it yet."
The little kitty was lively and friendly. It refused to let go of Xing Jiuan's hand and looked at her with its beautiful blue eyes.
As it had long fur and was raised very well, it looked like a little white ball as it placed its four paws on Xing Jiuan's hands and wrists.
