Li Meng's Business

"Help me catch mice!"

"One mouse, one dried fish! I know you can understand me~! So, are you in or not?!"

"If cats don't catch mice, how are they any different from salted fish?"

Beneath the tree, the Little Witch, wearing little leather shoes and hugging a Plush Bear, crouched on the ground and earnestly persuaded the few bold cats in front of her, trying to complete her task through "employment."

Zheng Qing did not come down from the tree. He remained sprawled on a branch, leisurely watching the interaction between the Little Witch and the cats.

The cats brave enough to come down were relatively large, including a Norwegian Forest Cat. Its fur was so fluffy that its ears looked much smaller. Perhaps that affected its hearing, which was why it stood especially close to the Little Witch—though it was more likely that the big cat was drooling over the dried fish in her hand.

"One mouse, one dried fish!" Li Meng thrust the Plush Bear out in front of her, blocking the Forest Cat's approach, while raising her voice to emphasize, "No mouse, no dried fish~~"

She habitually drew out the final word, almost singing it.

But the cats of all sizes before her had no appreciation for the beauty of vocal music. Every pair of feline eyes was locked onto the fragrant little dried fish, their heads swaying left and right, up and down along with the Little Witch's waving arm.

"You damned pointy-eared fur thief! Get your paw off my face!!"

In Li Meng's hand, the Plush Bear struggled furiously. Its glass eyes bulged as it roared at the Forest Cat before it. "Getting this close, do you have a mouse? You don't even have a single mouse, and you dare call yourself a cat? You