He looked at the door speechlessly and felt that he was truly facing a little brat.
"If it's not good, you don't really have to eat it, you brat," Miro complained in a low voice.
He looked at the empty table and then the plates that was put in the sink with water running down and rubbed his forehead. Even though Arya looked like a naughty child, she definitely didn't forget the important thing.
The plates and other utensils were put into the sink right after eating, preventing him from obtaining her DNA or anything like that.
And her action of running away while carrying the cake perfectly fit the image of a child.
Is that an act or her true nature?
Miro didn't know.
"But she really likes eating cakes." Miro sighed as he took his own plates to wash.
