"Well, Third Young Master, let me take it to get cleaned up a bit, and while I'm at it, have it disinfected and checked for any diseases, before giving it..."
"No need." The drunkard already said it's very healthy, no problems.
Jun Moyan said as he released its little ears.
Having escaped the devil's clutches, Wen Xiao'ai was so angry she gnashed her teeth, her sharp nails almost flashing out.
In the end, she had no choice but to swallow this bout of anger; she still needed this human being.
She couldn't afford to anger him.
Rubbing her own ears with her tiny paws, Wen Xiao'ai huffed into his embrace, striving hard to draw energy from his body.
Seeing Jun Moyan's refusal, Qing Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he had only been speaking casually.
He really didn't want to hold a cat that had suddenly come back to life.
"Where is Hong Yi?" asked Jun Moyan.
