The mouse cocked its head and happily ate all the meat, saying, "Squeak squeak squeak—"
Huang Mengren just watched it eat, then somehow produced a wad of toilet paper from somewhere, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it into the water cup, mixing it into mud.
He dipped his finger in it and started scribbling on the tissues, then finally handed them to the mouse.
"Squeak squeak squeak..." Huang Mengren seemed to be communicating with the mouse, and everything coming out of his mouth sounded like important information.
The mouse looked confused: "Squeak?"
"Squeak squeak squeak!" Huang Mengren nodded, and smoothly moved the tissues to the mouse's mouth.
The mouse looked a bit disgusted, but there was no way around it; it had to bite down on the tissue in one go, then, without another word, lifted its paws and ran out.
Seeing the mouse leave, Huang Mengren let out a long breath of relief, feeling the whole person settle down.
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