Harper gritted his teeth. "But you can't slap my face!"
William sneered. "If we don't hit your face, where do we hit? Your butt?"
Amelia explained, "I slapped your arm just now, but you didn't wake up. You didn't wake up even when I tickled you. In the end, I had no choice but to slap your face."
Harper glared. "You definitely have a personal grudge!"
Amelia blinked innocently. "No, not really."
Harper touched his swollen face and was on the brink of tears. Amelia was definitely taking the opportunity to take revenge! Only then did he remember the thing in his mouth. He looked down and saw that it was his smelly socks…
William explained, "You can't blame me for this. The situation was urgent at that time. Who asked you to throw the smelly socks on the sofa…"
Harper was trembling with anger.
Amelia looked at him worriedly. "Brother Harper, are you alright? Do you want Mia to apply medicine for you?"
