Anyone would instinctively infer that when a cat is chasing a mouse from a far distance, the cat holds a beef against the mouse. This conclusion has nothing to do with any moral and ethical consideration, but pure instinct and logic.
Hearing Ding Dang Ears' question, the black cat awkwardly averted her gaze, remained vague for a few seconds before devising another way to shift the topic. "How interesting what you just said, haha... tell me, how did you discover me? Is it some sort of mouse magic?"
Despite not being a pedigree mouser, Zheng Qing was still confident in her ability to conceal herself, especially considering she even paid the price of a poor-quality Fu Lu.
It's improbable that a little mouse could casually see through the magical effects of the Fu Lu!
