When Marinda left, she almost set No. 2 Cork Street on fire.
"This woman is truly terrifying!"
Arthur, who dodged a final shady kick upon her departure, clicked his tongue and turned to pick up his cat.
"Hehehe, little kitty.
Daddy will tell you a story, once upon a time there was a mountain, and atop that mountain, there was a temple where an old father would tell stories to a little kitty, about how the women down the mountain are tigers!
Hey, women are tigers, you must be careful!"
Arthur, holding his cat, returned to No. 2 Cork Street.
Only after the door closed did the young 'Spirit Medium' sigh in his heart.
Who among my family would understand?
Not only do I have to plan my own schemes, but I also need to take into account the psychological state of my partners, fearing that any little mistake might lead to a complete failure.
Yet, still I am misunderstood!
How tough it is for me!
But my little kitty is good!
"Pan, you must not let down your old father, okay?"
