“Xian, you don’t need a pet cat,” Axel uttered, leaning down on Xian. “Why do you want to have a pet cat? You are playing on your tablet all day. How will you take care of the cat?”
Crossing his arms, Xian huffed. He pouted his lips, puffed his cheeks, and his eyebrows met in between forming a line. “Buh, dada, I wanh a peh cah. . .” His voice cried in a growling manner. “Pwomise, dada, me won’h play hableh whole day. . .” lips still pouting, Xian pleaded.
“But we don’t have a place for the cat. Where will the cat sleep?” Axel tried to convince Xian not to have a pet. He is not against Xian having a pet cat. He was just thinking that the cat would not be given enough attention and litter around the house, especially that there’s no one during the day in Shawn’s penthouse when he has acti
