章 442: Conscience Hurts

Ling Ping'an was happily eating crab paste.

Suddenly, he raised his head and saw that the guy who had just left, and who seemed to be suffering from perspiration, was being entangled by a stranger at the entrance of the restaurant.

The other party was tugging on that guy's sleeve and crying, as if he was begging for something.

The man who had the perspiration problem was very impatient and directly pushed the stranger to the ground.

Then, he went away.

Ling Ping'an shook his head.

"What's going on?" He felt a little confused.

Thinking about it carefully, that guy was also very strange!

He came over abruptly and asked about the breed his cat.

This reminded Ling Ping'an of the sect leader of Tsing-i Tai-Chi whom he met in Jiang City.

He lowered his head and looked at the kitten on his knees.

looking at the little guy's amber cat eyes, "Don't tell me... You're some kind of rare breed?" He asked.