The First Heir

At this time, the little white cat looked at Philip curiously before it jumped from his shoulder to his hand.

It looked at the wound and shook its head, and a puzzled look crossed its eyes. It stuck out its tongue and tentatively licked the wound. In the next second, its eyes lit up as if it had eaten something delicious. It started to frantically lick Philip’s palm.

Philip looked down at the strange touch and was confused by the little white cat’s action.

What was that little thing doing, eating poison?

“What the heck? Don’t poison yourself to death!” Philip exclaimed and tried to push the cat aside, but he was stunned the next second.

He found that his wound had healed and the poison had disappeared completely as if nothing had ever happened before.

“Did the little thing do this?” Philip looked at the little white cat that was still unsatisfied and felt doubtful.

After all, even if there was an antidote, it was

the female thief next to him for some poison. Of course, the other party refused to give it to

eating and jumped onto Philip’s

aback before he realized that he seemed to have picked up

Philip mumbled under his breath, not paying any attention to the shocked look on the thief’s

tired, so he stopped

he was afraid that the thief

what it represented, but the thief seemed aware, so he had to keep her with him for

of the rich young man on the side and scowled darkly

If we tell

don’t tell the patriarch, what should

say