Ming Yao watched Old Lady Zhou with her fierce and malevolent expression and let out a light sneer.
"Old Madam, rest assured, I have already brought your Mocha back to you."
Old Lady Zhou's face relaxed a few shades.
Zhou Zhiyan, standing by her side, had several changes in her complexion.
Mocha was found by Ming Yao?
How could that be?
What exactly is Ming Yao playing at?
Does she know something?
No, her actions were so secretive, Ming Yao couldn't possibly know anything!
Even if she took Mocha and Little Snowball's bodies for an autopsy, they couldn't have discovered anything.
Zhou Zhiyan reminded herself not to lose her composure.
Old Lady Zhou was eager to see her beloved cat, "Where is Mocha?" As she spoke, as if thinking of something, Old Lady Zhou glared at Ming Yao again, "Was it Su Lan who gave Mocha to you? What do you want from me? Are you trying to extort me?"
