"Really?" Bei Mo pretended to be clueless while knowing perfectly well.
Ping Guoguo pondered for two seconds, then a light bulb went off in her head, "I remember now, weren't that dress and crown supposed to be birthday gifts for Mumu? How did they end up on her already?"
"How would I know!" Bei Mo continued his act of feigned ignorance.
Seeing him still not admitting it, Ping Guoguo narrowed her eyes and asked directly, "Bei Mo, are you sure this wasn't your doing?"
"Of course not!" Bei Mo's eyes flashed with a hint of guilt, but his tone was firm.
"Not you?" Ping Guoguo pinched his ear and questioned in a low voice, "If it wasn't you, who could it be? Mumu wouldn't just come to our house and help herself, right? Or are you saying your dad did this?"
Bei Mo had no choice but to confess, "Alright, it was me... Anyway, it was going to be given to her; ahead of time, what's the harm?"
Immediately afterward, he came up with an excuse for himself.
