Tong Ran's eyes overflowed with surprise. She slowly bent down, and Nannan instinctively stood up, placing its fluffy, chubby paws on her stomach, "Aw..."
Nannan squinted its sapphire-like eyes. It really couldn't understand—wasn't this the chest it used to snuggle against frequently? Why has it become so hard →_→?
Tong Ran reached out to stroke its head, her nose inexplicably stinging, "You... how did you get here?"
"Aw aw aw aw aw!" Nannan cried out in a jumble, trying to express how it had been oppressed here for so long. It bit the hem of Tong Ran's shirt, its little head rubbing nonstop against her hand. The maid, still in shock, hadn't come to her senses, "Eldest Young Madam, this..."
Wasn't this Little Fatty Tiger usually very fierce to everyone? A while ago it was locked up for inviting a guard dog to bite a guard, how did it manage to escape again...
