By the time Zheng Tan had gotten home, the other layer of his fur was already wet. Since he stayed too long in the snow, plus it had been snowing heavily when he went out, it would be a miracle if he didn't get wet.
Luckily, the fur on him was quite dense; it could still keep him warm. Nevertheless, every time the cold wind blew while outside, Zheng Tan couldn’t help but tremble.
Realizing that Zheng Tan came home wet, Youzi quickly grabbed the blow drier and dried Zheng Tan's fur.
"With that thick layer of snow, there is no other cat to be seen in the courtyard. Only our Charcoal went out," Jiao Yuan said.
"And Sahara."
Speak of the devil, a round of barks rang from downstairs. Zheng Tan could clearly identify that it was Sahara's howls, but this time, the barks were not so confident, nothing near the soaring spirit it had from before.
