While the four of them were quietly discussing, Xu Shuo pinched the back of the cat's neck, then leaned in curiously and asked, "Have you finished discussing?"
The sudden sound of his low, smooth voice resonated in their ears, startling the female reporter into a reflexive shiver, causing her to lose grip on the marble she held in anticipation.
The other three were no better off, turning their heads to face him, hearts racing with fear.
Then they looked at the black cat in his hand.
The cat, neck pinched, was capable of a spine-chilling 180-degree head rotation, and at that moment, it was fiercely trying to gnaw at the back of his hand with its teeth.
Its sharp fangs pierced the skin, and as blood began to flow, the cat lapped it up greedily.
The sight made everyone's scalp tingle!
"This... this cat..."
The female reporter, who had just picked up the marble, couldn't help but speak up when she lifted her head and saw this.
