The second night, the weasel didn't dare come over.
To put it accurately, they no longer dared to come over afterwards.
After all, there was danger of death there, and fear had been seared into their hearts.
The tabby cat at night was just too terrifying.
In the morning, Xu Yang went to the village to take the tabby cat home.
When he arrived, Liu Fu had already raised two kittens and was preparing a cat nest.
One was a tabby, and the other was a big orange cat.
The two kittens huddled in a corner, looking up at Sang Biao, not daring to move.
Sang Biao looked at them calmly.
He had no interest in such little kittens.
"Liu Fu, how was it, safe tonight?"
"The weasel didn't come over?"
Xuyang asked as soon as he arrived.
"It didn't come over, Farm Director, it's all thanks to your cat."
"It's amazing!"
"Those two weasels had been coming for four or five days in a row, and now we can finally rest easy."
Liu Fu responded with a smile.
