C292 A Guilty Conscience at Being a Thief

Yang Yue felt guilty under that gaze.

The item in his hand felt like a hot potato, which he immediately threw away.

Embarrassed, he avoided meeting his mother's gaze.

"No, originally... It's for Dad. " She tried to lie.

"It's not like you don't know your dad. You never use this."

"He said his face was itchy last night. I think there must be mites. So, pick one for him