Chapter 243 The Boss's Cat in His Palm 32
Zhang Xiaosi suddenly realized, "No wonder you looked unfamiliar."
"However, if you accidentally offend Boss Pei one day, there's no way to make amends."
The man was puzzled. "Why? Doesn't he value that cat quite a bit these days?"
"Can't I even please the cat?"
Zhang Xiaosi patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Boss Pei won't allow that little dumpling to get too close to people, and he certainly won't let it touch other people's things."
The person didn't understand. "So, does this mean we value it or we don't?"
Zhang Xiaosi: "Of course we value it!"
"Their craftsmanship produces only the finest pieces, and they don't usually sell them casually."
"Ever since we got the cat, we've given it to the higher-ups. Things that we work ourselves to the bone with our sewing machines, he can get with just a word if he wants them!"
After a moment's thought, the man concluded that the cat was very important to Pei Ji.
The man then made up an excuse and quickly left.
In Section B, Sang Biao narrowed his tiger-like eyes slightly, "Is this really true?"
"Absolutely true! Pei Ji adores that cat!"
The person speaking was the same one who had spoken to Zhang Xiaosi not long ago. He was an informant planted by Sang Biao in Area A, and his name was Mao Laosan.
His main task was to secretly observe Pei Ji.
Having only recently been placed there, he didn't know much about Pei Ji.
Sang Biao sneered twice, "So you finally have a weakness."
"That cat is incredibly lucky; it was clearly dead, but it's still alive!"
One-Eyed stepped forward. "Who says otherwise? They say cats have nine lives, and it seems that's true."
The scarred henchman spoke up inappropriately, "Brother Biao, don't you think this is a bit too insidious?"
Sang Biao glared at him. "You think you can get in here with a clean record?"
"As long as the goal is achieved, it doesn't matter what means are used."
The scarred henchman shrugged and echoed, "Brother Biao is right."
"Brother Biao, what should we do?"
After a moment's thought, Sang Biao had an idea and beckoned to his underlings.
They listened intently and nodded repeatedly.
The younger brother, who was standing further away, could only vaguely hear the words "like this...like that...like this...and then like that."
I didn't hear the specifics of what to do.
On that day, after Song Jinhuan won the fight, he felt that his status in front of Pei Ji had risen considerably.
I have to snuggle up to his chest to sleep at night.
Pei Ji stroked her fur from head to tail, and the area on his chest that was being touched felt like it was on fire, very hot.
There was a layer of sweat all over there.
"Little Seventeen, how about you sleep to the side?"
Song Jinhuan opened her eyes slightly, glanced at him, covered one ear with her paw, and continued to sleep.
Pei Ji was overjoyed to see her so clingy, but it was just too hot.
After thinking about it, he decided to move her aside.
However, as soon as it lifted its upper body, the little dumpling let out a low meow from its throat, sounding particularly aggrieved.
Pei Ji immediately compromised, "Okay, let's sleep like this."
He put the little dumpling down and gently patted its back twice.
The little dumpling stretched out its two paws, and its little head was rummaging around his neck.
Pei Ji's eyes crinkled with amusement. Tsk, Little Seventeen is so clingy!
Song Jinhuan's mustache twitched slightly in a corner where the man couldn't see it. Ha, he's got it!
Pei Ji loves this outfit!
Two days later, it was time to get vaccinated.
None of the possible consequences the veterinarian mentioned after the last vaccination occurred to Song Jinhuan.
Back at my lodgings, I was able to eat, sleep, and run around—I was perfectly fine.
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