Everyone turned to see Leon, the handsome photographer, clutching his arm. A streak of red ran across his sleeve, and standing proudly beside him was the scruffy tabby cat, tail flicking as if it had just completed a noble mission.
"Ah! What the—" Leon exclaimed, staring at the tabby in disbelief. "Where did this cat come from?"
The crew gasped, some rushing forward with tissues and antiseptic.
Yu Holea's lips twitched as she struggled to hold back a laugh.
Her eyes darted toward the entrance, where she spotted a familiar white cat peeking around the corner, its blue eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Qiao Jun," she muttered under her breath. "What have you done this time?"
The tabby cat, meanwhile, turned to Leon and let out a loud, victorious "Meow!" as if declaring, Mission accomplished, sucker.
Leon frowned, glancing at the tabby suspiciously. "What is this cat's problem? I've never even seen it before!"
