Zhao Anan was full of sympathy and begged Mu Qing,"Can I raise one?"
Men and women's logic and psychological state were completely different.
Mu Qing liked small animals too, but these white mice were specially fed for experiments. They were just mice, so he had no reason to feel bad about them.
Seeing that Zhao Anan wanted to raise one, he refused without thinking."No, you can 't. First, they carried all kinds of bacteria and viruses, which were likely to be contagious. Second, their lifespans are very short, at most two to three years. When they die, you'll definitely cry. "
Alright, that seemed to make sense.
If the little thing that she had raised for a few years suddenly died, she would really be very sad.
She followed Mu Qing around with a pout, but soon her attention was drawn away.
There were thousands of white mice here, and every one of them was numbered. Their birth, illness, diet, medication, and so on were recorded in detail.
