Something's wrong!
Really wrong!
Tuanzi extended her little paw, touched her chin, and her always bright eyes tried hard to look sharp.
She cast a sharp glance at the conflicted Jin Lingxiao.
The nerd instantly stopped being conflicted and, with the fastest speed of his life, dashed over, grabbed the tape, and stuffed it into his pajama pocket.
A milky voice carried a hint of a sigh, "Miaomiao knows a phrase, caught with a guilty conscience."
The thief in her words waved his hands in panic. However, due to long-term lack of communication, he was tongue-tied and couldn't explain.
Moreover, his motion was too large, hitting the nearby floor-standing coat rack.
The rack in the study had several canvas bags hanging on it. These canvas bags weren't as good quality as ordinary ones, but they had some special designs printed on them as merchandise.
One of the canvas bags was bulging, originally not hung well, and when hit it fell to the ground, spilling all its contents.
