As soon as Luo Bin entered the house, he heard meowing coming from the wardrobe. He opened the cabinet door and saw a ginger cat that was so skinny it was nothing more than skin and bones.
Meow! Meow! Meow!
"Pipi, you... how did you end up like this?"
Heart aching, Luo Bin picked up the cat and rummaged through boxes and cabinets looking for cat food. After a great deal of bustling, he only found half a bag of cat food that had been expired for a year—the kind that cost a few yuan per catty, cheap beyond belief.
Thud thud! Thud thud! Thud thud!
"A-Bin, come out to eat! Old Luo, hurry up and wash your hands, use soap and lather a few times. Whenever I smell the ink on your hands, it makes me want to vomit with disgust!"
"Hah, it's not like you're some twenty- or thirty-year-old maiden, are you going to get pregnant from it?"
Father Luo complained as he walked into the bathroom. When he came out, he happened to run right into his biological son, Luo Bin.
"Quick, hurry up and wash your hands for dinner. The dumplings your mom wrapped are even more authentic than the ones sold outside!"
Luo Bin gloomily stared at the liquid on Father Luo's hands, then hugged the ginger cat Pipi and walked into the bathroom.
He stuck his hand under the faucet and felt no dripping water. He reached up and touched the iron mesh filter, which was bone dry, while the water inside the toilet bowl was pale yellow with deep yellow droplets around the rim.
Well, it seemed the old man's kidneys weren't too good!
No matter how much the other person muttered, that was still his own biological dad. Luo Bin let out