Zhongli Ting placed the kitten on the table, and Ruhuahua leaned over to watch. "It’s so small. Should we feed it milk?"
Zhongli Ting poked the squirming kitten with his finger. "Anything is fine, I suppose. It doesn't look like a picky eater to me."
The kitten shook its fluffy head, its four tiny paws stumbling as it took a half-step backward.
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