825 Theres No Credit for Nothing Done (1/2)
The onlookers opened up a pathway down the middle, making the female journalist look particularly isolated and embarrassed. After a little hesitation, she also moved away to let Eddy and Zhang Zian step into the pet shop.
With the exception of Fina and Famous, the other elfins had never seen anyone with dark skin, so they couldn't help but stare at him.
Eddy looked around the shop. He carefully moved his feet, fearing that he might accidentally step on the kittens who were running around. ”Wow! Mr. Zhang, your shop is really interesting. It's a paradise for all cat lovers! I don't think Ms. Ryan would ever feel lonely accompanied by so many cats!”
When his gaze fell on Kathy's portrait, his smile immediately vanished. He walked over and placed the daisy in his hands at the front of her portrait. He placed his hands together in front of him, bowed his head, and prayed silently.
Kathy in the portrait was surrounded by Abyssinian cats. She was sitting on the green lawn and smiling at the photographer. The bright yellow daisy blocked the lower part of the portrait and made it look like she was sitting among the flowers.
When the flowers in the mountains bloomed, she would be smiling amongst them.
The Abyssinian cats who had been chasing each other on the top of the shelf seemed to have felt something. They jumped off the shelf and sat or laid down in front of the portrait, then stared at the face of the former owner. As if recalling their past memories, soft whimpers came from their throats.
Eddy, who was looking down, peeked to the left and right in surprise. He looked at the cats that seemed very intelligent and he could not help but feel awed. At the same time, he was also glad that he wasn't in the United States… Otherwise, if the scene before him was witnessed by a devout priest, they might think that the cats were possessed by evil things, and may even try to exorcise them…
Because of his work, he was acquainted with one or two priests that had extreme beliefs. Even under the restrictions of the Vatican's explicit prohibition of exorcism, they still identified a woman that was possessed by a demon and forcibly exorcised her, which caused an uproar.
Zhang Zian knew what was going on; they were obviously ordered by Fina.
Others who saw the scene were also in awe. They took in a breath of cold air and raised their phones to take pictures of the kittens remembering their master.
The female reporter and her cameraman rubbed their eyes; they couldn't believe what they were seeing.
Eddie was done mourning, and the Abyssinian cats had also returned to normal. They jumped back onto the shelves and the cat tree to continue playing.
Zhang Zian walked over to the female journalist and glanced at her journalist's work permit on her chest. ”I've given it some thought, and I don't seem to have the need to prove anything to you. If you suspect that I'm part of a donation fraud, then you can go look for the evidence—however, if you don't have any evidence and you still insist on slandering me about the donation fraud, then we'll have to meet in court.”
The female journalist let out a few dry laughs and said, ”Mr. Zhang, you have misunderstood me. I was just asking questions out of journalistic curiosity––I did not make any sort of assumptions in my heart…”
”Don't you know the saying, 'curiosity killed the cat?'” Zhang Zian just threw her the sentence, then left her alone.
She was not at all angry; on the contrary, she was very excited because she got first-hand, exclusive news. Her original report on Zhang Zian's donation fraud was changed to Zhang Zian's low-key support of charities that had attracted a foreign friend. That friend had come to visit and then offered him Chrysanthemums with a bow… Not to mention the picture of the kittens mourning at the picture of their master would certainly yield a lot of reactions.
Anyway, she just wanted to collect exclusive news that could attract attention. As for whether it was positive reports or negative reports, it didn't matter.