“Xian, let’s go now to you grandma. Dydy and dada still need to go to the doctor,” Shawn called Xian as he exited his and Axel’s bedroom. Axel was still inside the room, fixing his clothes as he was standing and facing the full-body mirror.
Shawn frowned when did not get a reply from Xian. He then marched his way to his son’s room. He was about to open the door when it swung open, exposing Xian carrying his cat in his right arm treating the cat like a baby. Well, the cat was still small.
From the cat’s physical figure, the cat is only a more or less than a month old. Thus, the cat is still a kitten. Xian was holding the door handle using his left hand. And on his back was a small backpack, both of the slings of the bag were securely hanged on his shoulders.
Lifting his face, Xian smiled
