C110 Who Cares about Cat Food

Shen Yiran put the cat into his bag and held the black handbag in his other hand. He was about to leave Summer Garden when the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Shen Yiran freed his hand and picked up the phone. The girl's clear and cold voice sounded a little probing, "Hello?"

"Yes, I am." Shen Yiran was not surprised as he sat on the sofa.

Zhou Chuxi, who had dialed the number