"How is it impossible?" Chen Fan said, "You're an orange cat who can speak human language, why can't a blind man see?"
Orange Cat: "You make a lot of sense, I'm speechless."
Fang Qingqing walked over: "Old Blind Man, give me your wine gourd, I'll help you pour the wine."
Although she had been watching the video on the side, Fang Qingqing had been paying attention to this side of the room.
Old Blind Man laughed happily: "What a good child!"
Fang Qingqing smiled and took Old Blind Man's wine gourd, then ran quickly into the house.
"This young girl has a kind heart." The orange cat thought to itself and laughed quietly. It turned its head to try and lick its butt, but as its tongue stretched out, it stopped and turned its head back.
As soon as it turned its head, the orange cat found itself looking directly into Chen Fan's eyes.
One person and one cat, both with wide-open eyes.
The orange cat slowly turned its head away, its eyes filled with despair.
