Ever since signing that labor contract, Hao Ren had felt that the amount of time he could spend relaxing at home was dwindling. He would have to spend most of his life rushing around far from home—working diligently like a grand imperial envoy worried about the country and its people, setting off to roam the world the moment he received an imperial edict. Whenever he occasionally returned home, even the cats he kept were almost unable to recognize him...
After bringing a large group of travel-weary companions home, Hao Ren opened the door and immediately saw Roll squatting on the coffee table, watching television with rapt attention. The silly cat instantly perked up at the noise from the entrance, hopped down from the table, and scampered over to everyone. Then she stared blankly at Hao Ren, dumbfounded. She tilted her head and spent a long while trying to recognize him before finally meowing. Her reaction gave Hao Ren quite a scare. Had this blockhead forgotten who raised her?
"Big Cat?" Cat Girl cheerfully circled Hao Ren once, then reached out to rummage through his pockets. "You're not dead?"
"Don't move!" Hao Ren snapped out of his daze and pressed down on the silly cat's head. "What was that supposed to mean? I've only been gone for a little over a month, and you've already forgotten who you belong to?"
"I want snacks! I saw that you had snacks—I even felt them just now! You definitely bought them for me!" The silly cat thrashed beneath Hao Ren's hand, yowling so loudly that half the street could hear her. "I was just checking your scent. Who knew whether you were real or fake—you'd been gone for so long, I thought you were dead!"
"For crying out loud... Why does this cat think