The pen is someone else's, and my sister is my _1

"No?"

"I've already seen it and you're still denying it?"

Lu Xin immediately saw through his sister's lie. Even though she had hidden it very quickly, Lu Xin still had a deep impression of the pen. Because of the gold thread wrapped around it, he had also been tempted at the time ... That was not important. What was important was that it was the weapon of the fire stealer!

To him, it was something that was almost like a mother's scissors. How did his sister steal it?

At that time, she had been sneaking around and looking at her small bag guiltily from time to time. Was it because she had stolen this pen?

When she said that the trouble she had caused was bigger, was she referring to this?

Lu Xin's head began to spin as all sorts of details flooded into his mind.

However, it was also because of this that he suddenly understood why his sister had so easily broken through her fantasy.

Truth.