Xiu Xi probably didn't expect her to ask that, frowning slightly and then saying with a matter-of-fact tone: "She is mine."
"..." Shu Jiao.
Originally quite moved and shocked, still trying to digest everything he said, her heart suddenly tightens upon hearing his words, and she finally understands the feeling her husband had every time he faced Xiu Xi – that itching hatred yet utter helplessness.
In his eyes, it was probably the Ruan Family who stole his cat, rather than him stealing their treasure.
Shu Jiao couldn't help but laugh at this thought.
Xiu Xi looked at her expressionlessly.
Shu Jiao waved her hand in embarrassment, coughed, and then rectified her attitude: "Sorry, Auntie was rude. It's just that, Xiaoxi, Jiaojiao is no longer a cat now; she's human, so your words... at the very least should wait until nine years from now."
"I know." Xiu Xi had long understood the rules of this world.
