Lin Gantang came downstairs and heard Wen Rendong say, "I haven't found Gantang's cat. She likes it so much. I'll buy one for her. Joy is a Scottish Fold, right?"
"That's right, but you don't have to buy it. She likes Joy, not Scottish Folds," Wen Yanqing said.
"What's the difference? I feel that those cats all look the same."
Wen Yanqing could not be bothered to talk to him.
When Wen Rendong saw Lin Gantang's figure, he also stopped talking.
He raised his head and saw Wen Yanqing's earlier emotionless face. After hearing Lin Gantang's footsteps, he was instantly filled with tenderness and looked in Lin Gantang's direction with a faint smile.
Wen Rendong secretly shook his head. His son had fallen too deep into the pit. In his opinion, this was not a good thing.
