"Fuzzball, was that your doing?"
The Persian cat lounged lazily in his embrace, letting out an indifferent "Meow~."
Having lived with his beloved Fuzzball for over ten years, Kim Haru was already a level ten expert in interpreting Fuzzballs language, even without any translation.
The moment he heard the cat's meow, he instantly knew who the culprit was.
"Quickly release him. This is my companion—what's going on, freezing him like that?"
Fuzzball flicked his tail, his blue eyes glancing over at Chung Hwangeun.
In an instant, Chung Hwangeun found that he could move again.
The tension in his body released all at once, and he nearly collapsed into the snow.
"Mr. Kim..." Chung Hwangeun wanted to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.
Should he say the cat was too dangerous?
But it hadn't made any move to harm Kim Haru.
