That's great!

I immediately got into the driver's seat, gave the kitten cub a hard stroke, and put it next to the driver's seat.

As soon as the kitten hit the ground, it began to meow and accuse me of my "crime", but it turned out that I didn't pay attention to it at all, and probably didn't think it was interesting, and gradually it fell silent.

As I was driving, I smiled with relief, thinking that I had finally subdued it, but when I entered Longjiang Town, I parked my car next to the ruins of the shop and took a look.

Good fellow, this kitten is scratching the cushion!

Don't look at it so small, scratching and scratching, and the cushion can't resist a few cuts.

Seeing this, I quickly picked it up from my seat and said helplessly: "My little ancestor, this is it."

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