Enna Clark answered him while removing her shoes without looking up, "When was I ever sneaky?"
Bobby immediately stared at her unhappily, his pink lips pursed, looking as discontent as possible, "So you really went to see that Dubious Man! And you lied to me saying you went to pick up Auntie Tiffany, huh. If you went to pick up Auntie Tiffany, can you take four or five hours without returning home? And you dumped that little brat Gigi on me!"
He's only nine.
A nine-year-old calling a two-year-old a brat, this feeling, no matter how you hear it, sounds weird.
Enna's mouth twitched, after changing into her shoes, she straightened up and said, "I went to pick her up, but later accompanied your Dad to buy clothes."
Buying clothes too!
Bobby's whole body bristled, his pretty little face was full of dissatisfaction, his voice raised, "Enna Clark, you even went to buy clothes?"
"...Yeah, we did." Enna, clueless, didn't know why he was so unhappy again.
