Yang Xiao simply sat down across from the white cat, as there were plenty of chairs in the backyard of the healing house.
Su Qian'er's taste wasn't bad, she had decorated the backyard of the healing house like a small park.
Pavilions, terraces, towers, small bridges over flowing water, flowers, and trees were all present.
At this moment, the white cat glanced at Yang Xiao, shifted its body, and curled up in another direction, seemingly a bit disdainful of Yang Xiao, as if out of sight, out of mind.
Looking at the cat's demeanor, Yang Xiao felt extremely frustrated.
A mere cat, one he couldn't handle, was actually making him feel so humiliated.
Yang Xiao had no idea what state the white cat had been in after eating the herbs, but he thought the cat in front of him was now very deserving of a beating.
If it weren't for the fact that Yang Xiao was very clear he couldn't beat the white cat, he would definitely teach it a harsh lesson.
