However, when he handed it over, Fang Yuhuanâs hand froze for a moment.
To be honest, he didnât know why seeing this cat crying so miserably would make him feel uncomfortable, thus compelling him to impulsively tell such a lie.
But the little creature before him was so dirty and soaking wet that it was really too much for President Fang, who was known for his cleanliness obsession.
Just as he was about to take out a handkerchief from his pocket, Gu Shengyin unhesitatingly jumped out of the manâs hand and landed steadily on Fang Yuhuanâs shoulder.
"Meow~" Perhaps finding the shoulder a bit cold, Gu Shengyin looked around, gently pushed off with her hind legs, and leaped into her targetâFang Yuhuanâs suit pocket, which he had just reached into himself.
Fang Yuhuan was completely frozen.
He could feel the presence of a warmth in his left pocket that didnât belong to him.
His first reaction was to reach in and pull this audacious little guy out and throw it to the ground.
But the next moment, the cat made a move: perhaps the warmth in the pocket was too comforting, Gu Shengyin couldnât help but nuzzle her little head against the inside of the pocket, and even let out a couple of soft mews.
This sound was completely different from the previous frightened wail, conveying laziness and satisfaction.
She was very happy.
Realizing this, that hint of displeasure in Fang Yuhuanâs heart mysteriously vanished.
Forget it, itâs rare to encounter such a creature he doesnât dislike; might as well keep it.
The assistant beside him was dumbfounded, staring at the obvious muddy mark on the bossâs suit and the dirty cat in his pocket.
The people from the An Family didnât know, but he could see clearly that the boss didnât recognize this cat at all!
Is this really the same cold and obsessively clean boss?
The young assistant looked up at the sky, wondering if bad weather had made him sick, causing him to hallucinate.
"Letâs go." The usual cold voice addressed him.
The assistant turned around to meet his bossâs chilly gaze and instantly switched into professional mode.
Indeed, this was still their boss.
As for the cat...
The assistant decided heâd better forget about it.
The person from the An Family watched as the two of them and the cat left under an umbrella in the pouring rain.
He didnât doubt Fang Yuhuanâs words, as he had just witnessed Mr. Fangâs interaction with the cat.
Given President Fangâs character, if it wasnât his own, how could he tolerate such impertinence from a small creature?
He turned back to the car where An Weiwei was waiting, looking displeased as he returned empty-handed: "Whereâs the cat?"
The man spoke with some regret: "That kitten has an owner. Its owner, Mr. Fang, just came over and took it away."
Mr. Fang?
Although An Weiwei was still young, she understood perfectly well that he was not someone to provoke.
Since itâs his cat, then so be it.
Itâs just...what a pity.
Remembering that little kitten shivering in the heavy rain, its frail figure haunted her eyes with a hint of regret.
Such a little thing, when its eyes reveal a glow of despair, must be truly beautiful.
The butler beside her saw her expression and assumed she was upset because she liked the little kitten.
He thoughtfully bent down and suggested, "If Miss truly likes these little creatures, why donât we go to a cattery and adopt one?"
Upon hearing this, An Weiwei smiled: "Uncle Wen, you are the best!"