"The cat at home is restless; I need to go soothe it."
With that, Quan Yu picked up his coat, draped it over his arm, and turned to leave the private room.
Only after he had disappeared from the doorway did Han Tai, reacting a bit slowly, ask the person beside him, "Does Mr. Quan have a cat?"
"Ahem..." Chi Zhengjun wanted to laugh but held it in. He choked on his drink, pressed his fist to his lips, and coughed for a while, squinting at Han Tai with a smile. "Just got it. Still not quite used to people, often bites."
「...」
At this moment, that biting cat—Miss Ning Guiwan—was sitting on her private deck, drying her hair.
After hanging up the phone, she had taken a shower. While drying her hair, she remembered the call.
Quan Yu's remark, "How did I put it?" had skillfully blocked what she was going to say next.
