Jing Hang clenched his fist, "That was just an accident, okay? Although you're a divine doctor, Sister, animals and people aren't the same. How could you possibly cover every base?"
"He didn't even realize that the cat was pregnant. How can you take all the blame?"
"Besides, you're his wife. Aren't you more important than just a cat?"
Ming Yao's slender eyebrows were tightly furrowed, "I've only lived with Little Snowball for a few months, and I'm already this upset. What about him?"
Ming Yao looked at Jing Hang, who was only considering the problem from her perspective, sighed, and then said, "Do you still remember, when you were a kid, you had a little white rabbit, and Master wanted to build your courage by having you kill it yourself, but you ran to my room and cried?"
Jing Hang fell silent.
He had only kept that little white rabbit for a month, and when Master asked him to kill it, he was quite reluctant.
What more for someone who had raised a cat for many years?
