Zheng Tan laid expressionlessly on the sofa and looked at the man in front of him.
The person in squatting in front of the sofa stared at him then extended out a hand.
“Here, shake.”
Zheng Tan: “…”
He looked at the hand in front of him, then back at the man. Zheng Tan ignored him. He laid there motionless.
“You don’t know how to shake? Well, I suppose you can roll over… or turn in a circle.” The guy continued.
Zheng Tan had to suppress the urge to scratch the guy on the face. He couldn’t help but flex his paws a little though.
The person gave a few more commands, the kind that most people use to train pets. Zheng Tan didn’t react to anything.
“At least Meow or something. My neighbor’s cat can’t even catch mice, let alone shake or turn around, but it at least meowed when you talked to it. What kind of a cat is this, Professor Jiao.”
Yuan Zhiyi stood up straight, then looked at Professor Jiao who was calmly sitting by a table.
