As Fang Ping walked up to the 4S dealership, he was immediately spotted by the dealership employee who had been scolded twice that morning.
"You're not allowed in here. Get out!"
The employee stormed toward him, wielding a broom with aggression.
Fang Ping narrowed his eyes and stayed crouched where he was.
His sharp claws silently extended from his paws.
Just then—
Voices rang out behind him.
"Kitty, why are you here?"
"I was just saying I hadn't seen you!"
"You naughty little guy, how did you wander this far?"
"If we lost you, we'd be heartbroken!"
Fang Ping turned around slowly, his ears drooping.
Those terrifying Little Misses had shown up again.
In the live streaming room, viewers were already laughing:
"Lord, your Little Miss nemesis has arrived!"
"Lord: Why does everyone keep finding me no matter where I go?"
"Lord, just give up and surrender today."
"Lord, embrace your fate with the Little Misses."
"Y'all are driving again, huh?"
A group of beautiful Little Misses happened to be passing by and immediately spotted Fang Ping, his tail flicking gently as he crouched at the dealership entrance.
They instantly recognized him—this was the same cat from the elevator.
Their affection for Fang Ping ran deep.
He was cute, well-behaved, and—most importantly—totally pettable.
They couldn't resist their love for him and rushed over at once.
And then—
They saw the dealership employee charging at Fang Ping, broom in hand.
The Little Misses were instantly outraged.
They didn't need to guess what the employee intended to do.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"Are you trying to hit the kitty?"
"This cat is so sweet—how can you even think of hurting him?"
"Are you even human? This is cruel!"
"What's your employee number? We're filing a complaint!"
The angry Little Misses surrounded the dealership employee, refusing to let the matter go.
Seeing the fierce support from the Little Misses, Fang Ping flicked his tail calmly.
Well then.
With these beautiful Little Misses on his side, there was no need for him to make a move.
His sharp claws quietly retracted.
These Little Misses weren't so bad after all.
If only they'd stop manhandling him.
The dealership employee saw how things were spiraling and quickly backed down.
"I didn't know this cat belonged to you."
"I wasn't going to hit him."
"I just wanted to scare him away, that's all."
"Please believe me."
He tried explaining frantically.
"Why scare him away?"
"Why can't the kitty sit here?"
"Your dealership must have some nerve—can't even tolerate a cat outside?"
"Don't try to fool us. If we hadn't come along, you would've hit him for sure!"
The Little Misses were clearly furious and showed no intention of letting it slide.
They loved the cat—so naturally, anyone who was mean to him became their enemy.
"I swear I didn't plan to hurt him!"
"This morning, the cat wandered into the showroom."
"I let him in without noticing, and I got scolded twice because of it."
The more he explained, the worse it sounded.
"Your dealership doesn't allow cats?"
"Why haven't we heard of this rule?"
"What's wrong with a cat liking cars? Are you discriminating against feline customers now?"
"Getting scolded is your problem—what's it got to do with the cat?"
"Look at you—shifty-eyed and suspicious. Definitely not a good guy."
"If the kitty loses even a single whisker, I'll make sure you go bankrupt."
The Little Misses clearly weren't backing down.
The handsome dealership employee—now being called shifty-eyed—could only suffer in silence.
By now, a crowd had gathered to watch.
These beautiful, long-legged, stylish Little Misses drew everyone's attention like magnets.
Another employee sensed the growing problem and hurried to report to the floor manager.
The manager came out, already sweating a bit from stress.
He could tell right away—these Little Misses were not to be messed with.
He knew better than to offend them.
Business relied on keeping a good image—letting this blow up wouldn't be good for anyone.
"This is all just a misunderstanding!"
"Really, it's just a big misunderstanding!"
"This morning, the cat came in without anyone accompanying him. Some customers weren't comfortable with it."
The manager quickly shifted the blame to "other customers," trying to make it seem like it had nothing to do with the dealership.
If it was customers complaining, then of course the store had to take action.
The Little Misses couldn't exactly argue with that.
"Customers come here to buy cars."
"What kind of customer complains about a cat?"
"Show us! Which customer was it?"
Now the Little Misses turned their sharp gazes on the manager.
Even if it was a customer, they weren't letting this go.
Mess with this adorable cat, and you mess with us.
"That customer already left."
"Also, we've now issued a new policy."
"From now on, no cats or dogs are allowed in the showroom."
The manager started dodging again—trying to prevent future problems.
With a formal rule in place, he figured the Little Misses wouldn't have grounds to argue.
But the Little Misses didn't care about rules.
In fact, they were even more infuriated now.
They were smart enough to understand—this was a roundabout way of banning this cat from coming back.
"You're still trying to keep the kitty out!"
"What's wrong with a cat loving cars?"
"We're going in with the kitty. Let's see who dares to stop us—or stop a customer."
The Little Misses, holding Fang Ping high, boldly marched into the 4S dealership.
One of them scooped him up and pressed him proudly against her soft, mountainous chest.
No cats allowed?
Fine.
Come stop me.
Let's see who dares to snatch the cat from my arms.
The floor manager's face changed color—these Little Misses were completely unreasonable!
So fierce, so bold—who would dare to stop them?
Try anything, and you wouldn't just get smacked by them—the crowd would beat you down too.
The two dealership employees at the door nervously looked at the floor manager.
Would they get scolded again?
The floor manager turned and glared at them—he couldn't hold it in.
"Are you both blind?"
"You don't see all these Little Misses?"
"Can't you at least serve some tea or help out? Do I have to spell everything out? Useless!"
Yep.
The two employees didn't dodge the bullet.
Third scolding of the day!
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