As Fang Ping stepped outside, a drone was already flying overhead, and not far away, some Production Crew members were filming.
But Fang Ping didn't care, and neither did the white-haired old man after glancing around.
"It's not even daylight yet!"
"What do you want from me?"
"Let me make this clear—I'm not cooking fish today."
He spoke with his booming voice, looking directly at Fang Ping.
In the Live Streaming Room, the viewers were thoroughly entertained.
...
"This old man's so stingy!"
"My Lord is gracing your place with his presence—what's wrong with letting him eat a few fish?"
"Hurry up and cook for Lord already!"
"It's not even daylight yet? It's almost 10 AM! Lord must think the old man's senile. Is the medicine for him?"
"Very possible."
"But it's cold medicine though?"
"Hey, at least someone's bringing him medicine. Maybe it'll cure his senility by accident."
...
Fang Ping's expression darkened slightly. He lowered his head and looked at the small backpack at his feet.
The white-haired old man understood.
"You're heading out?"
"Want my help?"
"Alright, I'll help you put it on."
He had gotten Fang Ping's message.
Fang Ping had indeed come to him for help—
After all, with cameras watching, he needed to keep up appearances. He couldn't actually act like a human.
The white-haired old man squatted down, ready to lift the backpack.
But Fang Ping raised a paw and pressed down on his hand, stopping him.
"What?"
"That's not what you meant?"
The old man looked confused.
Fang Ping lowered his head, opened the backpack with a front paw, and pulled out a bus tag with a strap.
"Ah, I see!"
"I'll help you put it on."
This time, the white-haired old man got it.
He carefully tied the bus tag around Fang Ping's neck, checking multiple times to ensure it wouldn't fall off.
Then he zipped up the backpack and helped Fang Ping put it on.
The straps were tightly fastened around Fang Ping's body.
Clearly, this wasn't the first time—the white-haired old man moved with practiced ease.
"All done!"
"Lord, your mission is complete."
"Leave early, come back early. I'll make you fish head soup next time."
After finishing, he patted Fang Ping's head like he was sending off his own grandson.
Fang Ping turned around and walked toward the elevator.
He didn't need to thank the old man. After all, he'd help him too in the future.
Besides, he was a cat—he couldn't exactly say thank you.
The white-haired old man watched Fang Ping's back, smiled, and shut the door behind him.
Fang Ping arrived at the elevator and leapt up, hitting the button with his front paw.
He lived on the ninth floor, so taking the elevator was a must.
Otherwise, going up and down would be exhausting.
The cameramen nearby let out a sigh of relief.
They had really been afraid Fang Ping would take the stairs—
If that happened, they'd be the ones exhausted.
The elevator doors opened. Fang Ping stepped inside and hit the button for the first floor.
Viewers watching this scene were amazed—though at this point, they were starting to get used to it.
After all, this cat's intelligence was clear to everyone.
If he could open doors, then riding an elevator wasn't too far-fetched.
Some viewers suddenly remembered—
...
"Who said earlier if Lord could wear the backpack, they'd clean poop while doing a handstand? Time to perform."
"Yeah, I want to see that too. Come on, show us!"
"Don't bother calling them out—they've probably fled already."
"Nonsense! I'm still here, but I don't have a cat."
"Come to my place. I've got three cats. Clean to your heart's content."
"I'm out. Can't stay in this Live Streaming Room anymore."
...
The audience joked and laughed as they watched Fang Ping exit the elevator and walk outside.
Leaving the Residential Complex, the street outside bustled with people.
Fang Ping walked further and further along the sidewalk.
Viewers began questioning again—
...
"Where's Lord going?"
"He asked for his bus tag earlier—don't tell me he's taking the bus?"
"No way. A cat taking the bus?"
"With so many routes, how would he know which one to take? What if he gets lost?"
"Wait, are animals even allowed on buses now?"
"I think the rules just changed. It's allowed now, as long as the animal isn't dangerous."
...
Amid all the chatter, Fang Ping arrived at a nearby Bus Stop.
He really was taking the bus.
Fang Ping knew where Zhou Chenchen's company was. He had followed her there once and memorized the route.
Now going alone didn't faze him at all.
There were only a few Passengers waiting at the stop. When they saw Fang Ping appear, no one paid much attention.
They assumed he was just playing nearby—
Cats were naturally neurotic creatures, and it wasn't strange to see them pop up anywhere.
Fang Ping was waiting for Bus Route 402.
The wait wasn't long. The bus pulled up.
His ears twitched slightly. He had been lying on the bench at the stop, but now he stood up.
Viewers immediately caught on—
...
"Lord's going to take this bus?"
"Who even knows where this one goes?"
"I'm kinda worried about Lord. What if he gets lost and can't find his way back?"
"His owner is way too trusting. I never even let my cat outside."
"Don't underestimate Lord. The one who did is still cleaning poop upside down!"
...
Some viewers were worried, others didn't care at all.
The bus stopped at the curb, and the door opened.
Fang Ping didn't board right away.
He waited for all the other Passengers to get on first—then jumped up as the last one.
He didn't notice that a woman in her thirties had been watching him closely the entire time.
When she saw him jump aboard, her expression immediately turned sour.
"Driver, kick this cat off."
"Don't let it on the bus."
"What if it bites someone?"
She spoke loudly to the Driver.
The Driver turned around, saw Fang Ping—and immediately burst out laughing.
"Lord! Out patrolling the mountain again?"
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