At that moment, all eyes were focused on what lay in Song Tan's palm.
In her tender white palm, the tiny, pudgy field mouse hadn't even opened its eyes yet, sniffing around weakly and struggling to push its body about, looking especially pitiful yet adorable.
Therefore, even though Zhang Yanping knew it was a pest, after looking at it repeatedly, with images of vectors of infectious diseases flashing through his mind, he simply couldn't bring himself to say that it should be killed.
And Song Tan, looking at Sanbao's shiny eyes below, as well as Sibao who had also squeezed in to vie for affection, fell even more silent—
I mean, Baobao, do you even know what you're presenting?
And how long has it been? How did the two Bao manage to find the nest of the field mouse so quickly?!
After some more time passes, will there be any species left in the field that they don't know of?
