The cat was sneaky, secretly observing.
Xu Yang was in the yard feeding the White Crow. Tabby Cat Sang Biao poked his head out from behind the wall, quietly sizing things up.
Every time there was a new animal on the farm, he always did this.
First, see what the situation was, whether there was any threat to his status.
Or to recognize the new face, so as to avoid any mishaps.
After all, birds were also on the cat's prey list.
Xu Yang saw the Tabby Cat and couldn't help but say,
"Sang Biao, come here, meet your new friend."
"This is Little White, I'm raising it, so don't you hurt it."
At his words, Sang Biao climbed atop the wall, sat there grooming himself a few times, and didn't come over.
But he had understood Xu Yang's words.
This Tabby Cat wasn't only fierce in fighting; his intelligence was also exceptionally high, able to understand Xu Yang's words.
Perhaps it was because he had been a stray since he was young that he grew up quickly.
Xu Yang was quite fond of him.
