I Want a Cat

"Haha!" Luo Qingyu's laughter broke the silence in the shop."What? The language of cats? You mean, like, meowing?"

Ting Ying felt embarrassed by his laughter, and she waved her hands. "Forget it, I'm just joking..."

Zhang Zian didn't know why Ting Ying had asked such a question. After pondering for a moment, he answered cautiously, "I can understand some. Since I am a cat trainer, of course I need to understand what the cats are thinking and what they want, catering to their needs so that they can cooperate with my training. So, I am a cat trainer, also a cat whisperer at the same time."

Luo Qingyu had an indifferent expression. "Are you serious? Then, can you tell me what the cat that scurried by my foot was saying?"

Zhang Zian didn't answer Luo Qingyu because he was not a customer, and it would be a pure waste of time to respond to him.