บท 452: The Model Father

Ting Ying squatted down and held the cat in her arms. The kitty was three months old and its fur, face, and body were not fully grown yet, or even as pretty as what was in the movies, but it still felt nice to hold.

"Excuse me, could you tell me what kind of cat this is?" She asked quietly, gently touching its soft fur.

Zhang Zian didn't quite understand her situation, but he was very knowledgeable about the types of cats he was selling, so he answered, "This is a Siberian Forest cat. You can call it a Xisen."

"You mean it came all the way from freezing Siberia? No wonder its fur is so long," she said, finally understanding.