Under the shocked gaze of the crowd, several cats ran to Xia Xibei's feet, stood upright, and stretched out their claws to grasp her clothes, trying to climb up.
"You can't do that," Xia Xibei shook her head and said in a gentle tone. "You can't use your claws."
The fabric of these clothes looked ethereal, but when scratched by cat claws, it'd be damaged and wouldn't look good.
What shocked everyone was that after she said that, the cats stopped their movement.
Their front paws returned to the ground once again and they lifted their heads and barked at her in their soft voices, sounding naive and resigned.
The owners of these cats couldn't help but look at each other in unison, stunned.
Were these cats theirs?
How come they were so affectionate to Xia Xibei?
"Get over here!"
After the initial shock, Brother Dahu got excited and told the others to hurry up and leave.
"Get the lights up!"
