"Say it; who bought all of these?!"
She pointed at the pile of packages on the floor.
Amid them was the especially eye-catching pack of white Okamoto.
When she pointed at it, Youyou's face flushed deeply at once. He then pursed his lips in discomfort.
Little Yichen furtively raised his finger and pointed it to his brother, silently indicating to their mother who had bought these items.
He had shaken off all responsibilities.
He tried to widen his eyes and blink them innocently and pitifully at her innocently. His pure and crystal-clear eyes seemed to be saying, 'Mommy, I'm innocent here! I didn't buy these things; I didn't buy them…"
His younger brother cast the finger furtively pointing to him a sidelong glance. Clearly, this brat was betraying him. He glanced at him coldly as if in silent warning.
Rather than calling it a warning, it was more appropriate to call it a threat.
