"As you can see, I am a mouse... a mouse that can think, speak, curse, and even refuse."
"I come from nowhere, I do what I want to do."
"I chose to stay at your house simply because, in that area, your home's smell is relatively clean, bearable, and won't suffocate me to death. It's not like I have any designs on your house or anything."
"Mr. Wu... well, that's a bit of a complicated issue. You could say I know him; you could also say I don't know him. It's like Schrödinger's cat, uncertain until you open the box."
Fei Rui, holding his front paws as if he were a philosopher, answered Zheng Qing's string of questions. But evidently, his answers did not satisfy the inquirer.
"Knowing is knowing, not knowing is not knowing, why the evasion?" the young cost student complained with displeasure, "And about your origins, intentions, still no clarity... None of the crucial questions answered, just a load of nonsense."
