"Meow--" A black cat squatted on the decorative doorpost on the courtyard wall, making a sad and strange cry. It is condescending and seems to be watching these "stupid humans". Jia Qingming looked at it, always feeling that it looked like... it looked like the cat they saw when they got out of the car, and this sense of familiarity was a bit strange. The cat and the cat looked at each other for a while, but Jia Qingming felt that it did not seem to be hostile, it was just a little... weird, but there was no reason. He cast his gaze through the iron railing wall carved with thorns and flowers outside the courtyard, and looked into the courtyard. Aunt Miao’s house is indeed a very Western-style house. The mottled stone wall of the main building has already climbed up some vines becau

