On the verge of widowhood

"That Yunmu really made you make an exception many times, meow—"

The little white cat relentlessly followed behind Qi Qi to search for the traces of Ruo. It was clear that it was enough to follow the procedure, but the little master insisted on finding Ruo by himself.

Qi Qi reached out and pinched the white cat by the nape of its neck to lift it up, his amber eyes were full of seriousness: "It's okay to go through the process, but have you ever thought that if this kind of cruelty is delayed for a day, there will be troubles?" Know how many human lives have been lost."

The white cat muttered: "I know, isn't Li's routine just the Fibonacci sequence."

Qi Qi threw it on the ground: "It's good to know."

The white cat faltered and followed behind Qi Qi: "Then why are you looking for meow? I can't even notice the smell of cruelty."

Qi Qi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Look for Yunmu."

White cat: "Meow meow?"