"Fine, let's just drop it then," Qing Yi seemed a bit annoyed.
But, of course, he wasn't really angry because no matter who he was angry with, it's impossible for him to be angry with a drunkard.
He just really wanted to know what he had said.
He was certain he must have said something, or else the drunkard wouldn't have that look on his face.
But what on earth did he say to make the drunkard have such an expression?!
Seeing Qing Yi acting a bit petulant, the drunkard not only refrained from saying a few comforting words to put Qing Yi at ease, but he also laughed even more joyfully.
Xiaocha looked at the unconscious Little Gray Cat lying on the bed, picked up the basin of murky water from the floor and went into the bathroom, coming back with a basin of clean water.
He found a clean towel, cut a small piece with scissors, soaked the small piece of towel, and carefully cleaned the bloodstains off its body.
