"...Why is there oil on the table? Oh wow, Brother Wen has been sneaking food again." Mu Qing, sharp-eyed, noticed the suspicious mark on the coffee table.
"Don't spout nonsense, who... who has been sneaking food, which eye of yours saw that?" Zhang Ziwen denied it, knowing the consequences were serious.
He Li looked at Zhang Ziwen carefully, spotted the clue, and exclaimed angrily: "Humph, you little rascal, still dare to deny sneaking food. The oil on your mouth is not even wiped clean. Now, tell us how we should punish you."
"Don...don't punish Brother Wen... It...it was me..." Tang Shu lowered her blushing face and admitted it.
Dizzy, was she confessing so readily? Zhang Ziwen looked at Tang Shu with a guilty face. Once Tang Shu admitted it, Zhang Ziwen had to smile awkwardly. Now there was no way to deny it, he was just waiting for the punishment.
