"Did it get hurt?" Mo Kun carefully took the little furball in his hands, noticing that there was a trace of blood on its right leg. It gave off a fearful vibe. Its claws scratched his palms from time to time. Although it had no nails, the plump palms tickled Mo Kun's palms.

"Don't worry. We will not hurt you," Mo Kun said softly.

Then, he said, "Since the Scottish cat is so cute and tender, how could its owner discard it?"

Aunt Jin said, "Maybe they ...