Song Qingyou returned to her room, thinking that Zhizhi had most likely returned to the cat bed.
However, as soon as she opened the door, she saw her cat standing on the shelf by the door and staring at her without blinking.
Her eyes were as bright as copper bells in the night.
Song Qingyou turned on the lights.
The cat on the shelf did not move at all.
He sat upright and serious.
It looked like they were going to punish him.
Song Qingyou felt both amused and guilty.
She shifted her gaze and looked at the doll that her cat had thrown at her bedside.
"Zhizhi, did you throw that?"
Zhizhi was speechless.
When she didn't hear a response, Song Qingyou turned to look at the cat.
Usually, when there was only one person and one cat around, Zhizhi was not stingy with its meowing. This time, there was no response. Could it be that it was angry?
Song Qingyou thought for a moment and reached out to him.
