In the living room, Long Fei hung his head, severely criticized by the two sisters.
Both had changed into pajamas, their little faces red with indignation.
They were sleeping comfortably when this jerk disturbed them, and to top it off, he had seen them in their most vulnerable state.
Lin Yingying, with her arms crossed, took a sip of tea and angrily said to Long Fei, "Give us an explanation. Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah, I want an explanation too!"
Lin Shanshan chimed in as well.
Long Fei coughed twice, waited for them to finish scolding, then began to speak, pulling out the female assassin's leather pants first.
Before he could utter a word, Lin Shanshan immediately exclaimed, "Ah, you big pervert. I was wondering where these pants had gone, and it turns out you stole them."
"What a creep!"
Lin Yingying shuddered in disgust.
