A slap from a cat may be late, but it will never be absent.

Lan Pang stood still, looking straight at the three young ladies in front of him.

"Blue fat?"

Li Wei stretched his hand forward, almost poking Lan Fat's face.

But Lan Pang was like a curse that she still ignored Li Weiai.

There is no way, this handshake has a single time limit. Seeing that 30 seconds are about to come to an end, Li Wei could only pat Lan Pang's back, hoping to arouse his soul that he didn't know where he was floating.

"Meow?"

(Ahhhhh? The game has begun? Oh yes, handshake.)

As if she had just woken up, Lan Pang realized something and put his front paw on Li Wei's hand half a beat.

"Congratulations! A successful handshake!"
Chapter completed!