There should have been nothing on the stone table, but at this moment, there was a palm-sized snow white hair ball. Its hairy look was like a bunch of pure white snow, there was not any dirt at all. Its crystal-like big eyes were heartbreaking, and its pink little nose seemed to be the sculpt of an artist. Its small round ears laid down. It looked up slightly at Ding Hao with its aggrieved look and soft eyes.

It was a white Scottish Fold!

A Scottish Fold? ...