Watching the Ragdoll cat acting cute in the arms of Lin Miaomiao and Sun Mumu, the big yellow dog scoffed and gave a fair assessment.
"A mere poser, nothing to fear."
Indeed, in its eyes, this cat was just a manipulative sweet-talker with no real skills, merely surviving by acting cute, unlike itself — it, Wang Xing, made a living by its own abilities.
Have you ever shot a commercial? Garnered over a million fans on short videos? Worked at a company and earned money? Bought stockings for girls? Licked all sorts of legs?
No, none at all. A cat that can't even support itself, isn't that just a mere poser?
This kind of cat is simply no match, not even qualified to be an opponent for it, Wang Xing.
At this moment, the big yellow dog let out a bark, its mouth gradually curving into a smug grin, evolving towards a direction of the warped-mouthed warrior god, its aloof gaze towering over the Ragdoll cat.
