Jiang Zhihan quickly realized that something was wrong.
His dark green eyes reflected the red scratch marks.
Bright red blood flowed down her arm.
Jiang Zhihan's eyes suddenly froze and his brain stopped working.
He treated Song Qingyou as his savior. Even if she treated him as a pet, he wouldn't repay her kindness with enmity.
But now...
Song Qingyou glanced at her arm and didn't feel much pain. Instead, she looked at the cat that had suddenly frozen in place with interest.
Jiang Xuyan, who had just raised his head, saw this scene and immediately ran over. "Qingyou? You've been scratched!"
"Do I need to get a rabies vaccine at this time? Also, is this wild cat not safe... Why aren't you putting it down? Why don't we let the production crew think of a way to deal with it ..."
Jiang Xuyan spoke a lot when he was flustered.
Jiang Zhihan's ears drooped instinctively.
