Ling Pingan waited until evening, but he didn't see his neighbors coming to question him.
He especially went out and asked his neighbors, but no one's home had been destroyed by anything.
Everything was as usual.
So..
Ling Pingan hugged his kitten and began to imagine.
"Maybe... Bastet didn't actually do anything bad..."
"After all... It's just a cat..."
"Maybe it's a little clever, but how can it tell right from wrong?"
Ling Pingan thought of this and stroked his pet's head, asking, "Little boy, are you lonely?"
"I'll go to the pet market in a few days and find you a partner, how about that?"
Maybe it was not bad to buy a small chow chow.
As Ling Pingan thought about it, he realized that the kitten in his arms was trembling. It seemed to be extremely afraid.
"Then forget it..." Ling Pingan looked at the frightened little guy and said.
In fact, even raising this little guy was out of pity.