"Then you go and kill it," Mu Qingli continued.
"How should I kill it?" Fu Lanshen asked in return.
"Stomp on it! Squash it! Or kick it to death!" Mu Qingli retorted irritably, "Stop dilly-dallying! Do you really want to spend the night in the garden?"
"I didn't expect you to be so violent," Fu Lanshen said, his expression unchanged.
He could probably be the only person in all of time, ancient and modern, who remained undisturbed in such a situation.
Mu Qingli's brows furrowed slightly; what was the time for but he still wanted to chat about other things? Could it be that the mouse had already left, and he was just trying to scare her? With this thought, Mu Qingli relaxed quite a bit. She took a deep breath and stealthily turned her head back...
The next moment!
Shit!
It really hadn't left!
Are even mice so bold nowadays?
She was so frightened that a thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, "Why is the mouse still here?"