"What is it? You need to explain clearly so I can help you come up with ideas."
Seeing Yin Zhihao looking dejected, Dabao seemed to have grasped something.
"Oh, is it about your goddess?"
Dabao was now even reluctant to say Shao Yuxin's name.
Yin Zhihao nodded, "Yes, I took the cat to her apartment downstairs last night. She initially refused to come down to see me. After a long time, she finally came down, but she wouldn't accept the cat!"
Dabao looked at his friend, who was half a head taller than himself, looking distressed and dejected. He reached out to pat his shoulder, pondering how to comfort him, only to hear Yin Zhihao muttering, "She clearly told you she likes white cats. Why won't she take the one I gave her?"
Seeing his friend looking lost, Dabao didn't dare tell him that maybe Shao Yuxin liked white cats, but only the ones from Dabao's family, or perhaps she didn't like cats at all. Her so-called liking was merely a distraction.
