Qiao Lian had been standing by the floor-to-ceiling window in his office for a long time. For once, he wasn't thinking about work. Instead, he was thinking about what Yu Yao had said at the press conference.
The Maine Coon, who was named King, walked silently to Qiao Lian's feet and sat down to look at the city skyline with him.
As he flicked his long tail, it brushed against Qiao Lian's ankles. Qiao Lian looked down at the Maine Coon sitting by his feet and chuckled softly.
"King, shouldn't cats be very cautious? Why is the stray kitten we met so daring?"
"Meow…" The Maine Coon meowed as if he was answering his owner's question.
Qiao Lian bent down and scratched the Maine Coon's chin gently with his fingers. The Maine Coon purred in satisfaction.
