"Eat." The bearded young man placed the strips of meat on the ground and smiled.
Unexpectedly, the orange cat merely curled its lips in disdain before turning and running back to Jane's side.
The bearded young man's hand, which had already reached out to stroke its fur, froze in midair. In the end, he awkwardly withdrew it, picked up the strips of meat, and tossed them into a nearby trash bin.
After doing that, he glanced at the lady the orange cat was eagerly chasing and muttered silently, "So it already has an owner. No wonder it wouldn't eat food from someone else.
"But that lady looks somewhat familiar..."
Although the other party was wearing a veil, the bearded young man still felt that he had seen her somewhere before. He decided to perform a divination when he had time.
Elsewhere, after walking past the street they had just crossed, Jane turned her head and asked, "Why did you suddenly run over to a stranger?"
Lion Leon shook his head and replied, "He was wearing that fellow Roselle's gloves. I just went over to smell whether he had any connection to Roselle..."
"What was the result?" Jane asked curiously. At the same time, she recalled the bearded man's appearance and committed it to memory.
Someone wearing Roselle's gloves definitely wasn't an ordinary person.
"I don't know... I couldn't smell his fate... He may already be involved in an astonishing incident and connected to some major figure." A human-like solemnity appeared on Lion Leon's face.
"So that's why you didn't eat the meat he gave you? You were afraid of getting involved?" Jane asked thoughtfully.
"Not at all... First, he hadn't washed his hands. Second, he threw the strips of meat on the ground... How unhygienic!" Lion Leon said disdainfully.
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