Poor little Harry innocently howled twice.
Thomas Shannon pinched his brow with one hand, pointing with the other towards the medical office. "Go get her back!"
Harry dawdled, refusing to go. Thomas Shannon's gaze darkened. "Don't you want your dried small fish anymore?"
"MEOW!"
Upon hearing about the dried small fish, Harry seemed invigorated, his fur standing on end as he spun around and bolted outside gallantly.
"Young Master, I have made you some hangover soup," the servant said respectfully, carrying the soup to the tea table.
Thomas Shannon waved his hand, and the servant retreated immediately.
He wished he could get drunk right now; he was in no mood for hangover soup.
Time slipped away, every minute and every second.
Harry didn't return for a long time.
「Medical office.」
Sophie Sullivan had already gone to bed. In the dead silent night, the sudden sound of a cat meowing came from outside the door, accompanied by the persistent scratching of claws at the door.
