"Meow, meow, meow!"
As soon as Lu Ping'an returned to his hotel room in the Secret Realm, he encountered Meow demanding a debt.
It wasn't the silly cat that was so tired its soul had left its body. It was lying there panting; its body was fine, but its heart was too tired, too tired.
It was the little white cat brought in by Lei Shuiyun, meowing nonstop around Lu Ping'an.
Lu Ping'an tried to stroke it but almost got bitten.
The little white cat's meows grew more urgent, and seeing that Lu Ping'an still couldn't understand, it began to arch its back and raise its tail, seemingly ready to attack.
"Meow!"
Lei Shuiyun, with her tired face, grabbed the jumping cat mid-air and said to Lu Ping'an.
"She's saying, 'Where's mine?'"
The little white cat had said so much just to repeat this meaning.
Now, Lu Ping'an understood. He had given presents such as potions, weapons, and javelins to Meow, but he hadn't brought any canned food for this little cat. The awakened cat was furious.
