Looking at Xiu Xi's indifferent reaction, Duan Xin knew he had asked a dumb question again.
He glanced down at the woven cage he was holding, watching as it viciously barked at Xiu Xi, realizing that the possibility of trading the breed cat for the kitten in Xiu Xi's hands was unlikely.
But he wasn't quite ready to give up, so he walked in, raising the cat in his hands while attempting to convince: "Xiaoxi, this is a breed cat, don't you really like it?"
No longer targeting Ruan Jiaojiao, he only wanted to get rid of this cat: "Anyway, you're raising one, and raising two is the same. Why not just take them together?"
"No need." Xiu Xi declined, glancing back at him with a vague expression: "He suits you better."
"Suits me?" Duan Xin blinked, looking down at the Persian Cat again, a symbol of nobility with titles like prince and princess among cats. Did he mean he's also noble?
