This abstract and indescribable cat face was not only ugly, but it was also lame. It was really eye-catching.
Lin Gantang looked up and saw Wen Rendong, who was stunned by the calico's beauty. She understood why the corners of his eyes were twitching. She felt that he had already given her face by not directly complaining about the cat's ugliness like her dad.
Wen Rendong quickly shook his head, tossing the image of Ximi out of his mind, and looked at the last black cat.
After watching Ximi, he suddenly felt that the dark Blackie's eyebrows were clear and it had good looks!
After Blackie came out, it jumped to a high place and squatted down. Its bronze cat eyes looked at the people in the living room and it refused to come down.
"This cat is not bad. It has a very calm temperament." Wen Rendong admired it.
"It's quieter and likes high places. I'll leave Sweet Wine with my dad. Uncle Wen, do you like Sweet Wine?" Lin Gantang picked Ximi up.
