The brown sofa in the living room has curious black cat paw prints. Starting from the sofa towards the window sill.
Lawrence frowned. Outside, there was mud on the ground. It seemed his naughty Little Snow had started his cat adventure despite coming here only a few hours ago. This white dumpling must have gone out and gotten mud on his paw, then come back in to sit on the sofa and come out again.
"Kevin?"
Outside, there was a small yard that was blocked by the metal steel gate. Lawrence had investigated this identity and confirmed that this single bachelor teacher has few friends, and his family is living in the countryside. He was very filial in giving them money to support their lives.
This house of his was two storey surrounded by a gate. But he has a small yard with Bermuda grass, potted plants, and small shrubs that the housekeeper waters every day.
Lawrence looked out the window, but there was no sign of his little white dumpling.
