Josh glanced at him: "He's wearing a lab coat. In this hospital ruled by cats, only cats can be hospital workers. So, either he's a cat disguised as a human, or he's a player who, like Susanna, drew the Identity Card of a hospital worker."
Rob still didn't understand: "So how do you know he's not a player?"
Josh weighed the three buttons in his hand: "Fortune-telling."
"Fortune... fortune-telling?" Rob was dumbfounded: "What the heck? A personal skill?"
Josh chuckled: "Something like that."
She continued: "From this personal skill, I also learned that the old man just now had no ill intentions towards me, but a lot towards you. When he looked at me, his gaze was very clean and kind, with a gentle appearance. But when he looked at you, there was a lot of hostility."
Rob's face turned black as he stared at her resentfully: "Just say I'm ugly and he doesn't like me..."
Josh chuckled and patted his shoulder soothingly: "Although you're quite self-aware, that's not the reason."
