Aunt Liu took another few steps. Zhang Zian watched as she stepped away. He suddenly raised his voice. "Oh, Aunt Liu, I think I saw an American Shorthair pretty similar to yours a few days ago near here. Don't give up. You might just find it."
She turned back, asking in surprise and glee, "Where?"
"Just nearby. It was on the roof, and I couldn't see it too clearly, but I thought it looked similar to yours." Zhang Zian pointed in a random direction. "I was still trying to decide whether I should tell you about it, but it ran off."
"The next time you see it, make sure to tell me. I wrote my phone number on that piece of paper," Aunt Liu anxiously reminded him.
"No problem." Zhang Zian waved. "Take care."
Aunt Liu was still worried and only left after nagging him a few more times.
"Who is she?" Vladimir asked.
"A neighbor."
