Claire put her hand on Bob's head. "Does he have to lie?"
"Although my son is very naughty, he never lies!" Helen held Bob against her and echoed.
"No, I…" Phoebe stomped her feet anxiously at the strange glances from everyone, but couldn't think of an excuse.
Claire hooked the gun with her finger, stood up, and walked towards Phoebe step by step.
"Help, Mommy!" Phoebe was so frightened that she immediately grabbed Ada's sleeve.
Ada stood up and shielded her behind her body. "Claire, what do you want to do? Put down the gun! If Phoebe really said such things, I'll make her apologize to you!"
Claire frowned impatiently and pushed Ada away. She raised the gun, and after spinning it a few times between her fingers, she patted Phoebe's pale face.
"Do you think you're smart? When I learned to play this trick, you were still wearing diapers!"
