Seeing Su Qian'er's action, the refusal that had reached Yang Xiao's lips was immediately swallowed back.
He glanced at the white cat, not believing the cat would be swayed by Su Qian'er's words, and wanted Su Qian'er to abandon the idea.
But just as he began to think this, the white cat transformed into a white rainbow, vanished in a flash, and reappeared in Su Qian'er's arms.
"Meow... Meow..."
The white cat kept meowing non-stop, appearing exceptionally docile, without a trace of the defiance it had shown towards Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao was at a loss for words and looked at the white cat with utter disdain.
Previously, it had been the white cat looking down on him; now, the tables had turned.
This white cat really had no shame; it had refused to let Su Qian'er touch it previously, but now it willingly ran into her arms.
The difference was just a meal.
If it weren't shameless, how could the white cat bow down for five bushels of rice?
