Chapitre 371: 135: Then don't shoot anymore_5

The night was deep and serene, the garden silent, not a soul in sight.

"Mimi," Mu Qingli approached the rockery, softly calling the cat.

"Meow..." A round head popped out from a crevice in the rockery.

Nine out of ten orange cats are fat, and there's always one that's particularly chubby! This saying certainly held true.

The chubby orange cat was not only fat but also adorably cute, with big watery eyes that were so expressive, one couldn't help but want to hug it tightly and give it a good rub.

"Come here, Mimi." Mu Qingli crouched down, beckoning to Daju with her hand.

Daju looked at Mu Qingli and then at the chicken wing in her hand before finally losing the battle with its temptation. It walked over to Mu Qingli with an elegant gait.

On the other side of the garden, two men, one taller and the other shorter, walked over.