The mouse panicked upon seeing humans. A normal mouse would have scurried away, but this one was inexplicably cocky. With a surprisingly aggressive personality, not only did it not run, it charged straight at Fang Meng, SQUEAKING all the way.
Fang Meng's face went pale with fright. She pressed even closer to Lin Zhengran. As a result, Lin Zhengran sent the little mouse flying with a single kick.
It sailed through the air in a graceful arc before disappearing among the junk in the warehouse.
He looked at Fang Meng, whose face was buried in his arm. "It's gone now. You're scared of a little mouse? I thought you knew martial arts."
Fang Meng looked back. Seeing that the mouse was gone, her trembling heart finally settled, and she let out a small sigh of relief before replying:
"Does knowing martial arts mean I can't be afraid of mice? Everyone has something they're scared of."
Lin Zhengran made eye contact with Fang Meng, but his gaze unconsciously drifted downward.
