บท 1370: I Am Mistaken [Chinese Poem]

Before Zhang Zian's brain gave him instructions on what to do, his hand had shifted from the teacup to the cat's hair. He picked the cat's hair up by pinching it, and fixedly watch it.

Compared with the cat hair that can be found in the pet store, this yellowish cat hair feels dry and seemed to have lost its luster. If he is not mistaken, this should be a hair from an old cat.

Does this restaurant own cats?

"What do you think?"

"Ah? What?"

Zhang Zian returned to his senses. It seems that Zhuang Xiaodie has said a lot to him, but he had not spoken a single word. At this time, he can only give a cursory response.

When the words left his mouth, he knew that he did really bad already.

To be distracted whilst on a blind is a big nono. It will be difficult for him to defend his own actions. If the girl he is meeting is a temperamental girl that fuses easily, she might have already left. He will have no one to blame but himself.