Ruan Jiaojiao dared to swear on all her little silverfish that the one she flung definitely did not hit his shoe; it only landed next to it!
But Duan Qirui reacted as if it were a bomb that flew past; he instantly jumped up from the ground, stomping his feet so vigorously that the wooden trapezoidal steps nearly flipped over.
Ruan Jiaojiao stretched out her little claws, gripping tightly onto the wooden board beneath her because only by doing so, she wouldn't fly off like that little silverfish.
Meanwhile, Duan Qirui had already jumped down, distancing himself from Ruan Jiaojiao as fast as a whirlwind, as if staying any longer would contaminate him with some dirty thing.
"..." Suspected dirty thing, Ruan Jiaojiao.
She quietly took a deep breath, giving herself a mental pep talk. This is Brother Xiu's second uncle. He's unwell; she is already a full-grown cat and should be mature, must not argue with him, absolutely must not.
However—
