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The old lady waved her hand, itâs fine, itâs fine.
Weiwei, Iâm glad to see that youâre fine. Iâll go back now. If you need anything, remember to call me.
Fu Shang nodded with a smile.
After saying hello, the old lady walked back to her own house with clumsy steps.
Fu Shang also closed the door.
Hey! Tang Li leaned over and asked, âdo you know who has the cat?â
Fu Shang nodded.
âYes, I have a friend. It should be fine.â
After hearing grandma Liâs description, Fu Shang knew that Jiang xubai must have come to look for her, but she was in a difficult position again.
Jiang xubai knew where her house was.
But she didnât know where Jiang xubai lived.
She had no choice but to wait for the child to come to her again.
Tang Li didnât ask any more questions. She pushed Fu Shang towards the bedroom, go and rest for a while. Iâll help you clean up the house.
âOh, how can I accept that?â
Even though she said that, her body honestly went to the bedroom.
Tang Li rolled her eyes, go, go, go. Donât pretend to be polite with me.
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On the other side.
In a rental building on the outskirts of the city.
There were all sorts of people there, and the environment was a little bad.
There were all sorts of people living there. At this time, Jiang xubai was considered a different kind of scenery.
A teenager in his teens.
Her posture was as straight as a Cedar, her temperament was cold, and her appearance was unbelievably beautiful.
In such an environment, he was like a Lotus that had bloomed in the mud, out of place. It was so clean that it made people want to destroy it.
Such a person, in such a place, would easily be targeted by some people who coveted him.
However, there were not many people who dared to provoke Jiang xubai easily for no other reason.
This young manâs martial strength was directly proportional to his appearance.
She had the most beautiful face and fought the fiercest fights.
In a certain rental house.
Although the decorations were simple, they were very clean and spotless.
A fat little cat was lying on the balcony.
The fat and soft cat tucked its white paws in its paws. Its round blue eyes were filled with melancholy as it looked up at the sky.
On the 16th day of the poop-pickerâs absence, he missed her.
[ the diary of the cat shaobing ]
[ first day ]
The poop scooper left the house. She went hunting every day, but she could only bring back dry and unpalatable food. How useless. One day, Iâll show her what Iâm capable of.
[ the second day ]
Poop-picker, youâre not backyet. Iâll go hunting by myself and improve my food! Emmm left a little for the poop scooper to let her know what a Master Hunter was.
[ the third day ]
This stupid two-legged beast! If you canât hunt anything, you can come back.
11 in willing to share my prey with you.
[ the fourth day ]
The poop-picker was so stupid, did he encounter danger while hunting? Hmph, Iâm not worried about her. Itâs just that the prey I left for her is not fresh anymore.
[ the fifth day ]
Damn it, did the poop picker encounter a group of dogs? Or did he fall into the sewer? No, I have to go out and save her!
[ the sixth day ]
He still couldnât find a poop-picker. Iâll eat the food left for her first, and when she comes back, Iâll go hunt for fresh ones! He would never let her go out and do such dangerous things alone again.
The prey wasnât hunted back, and the person was lost!
[ the seventh day ]
Is the poop-picker not coming back? I heard from the Auntie next door that uncle went hunting and never came backâ¦
[ the eighth day ]
I donât miss her at all, not a single bit. He didnât want to eat because he wasnât hungry or thirsty, not because he missed her. Cats never had any feelings for the two-legged beast.