But how could she afford it?
"Don't touch it!" Jane rushed up, patted my hand away, and carefully stuffed the bag into the cabinet. "Didn't anyone tell you not to touch other people's things?"
"Where did you get the money to buy that bag?" I frowned and asked.
She rolled her eyes and said, "What does it have to do with you?"
I was so mad that I actually laughed and said, "You spent all the money I gave you on bags?"
"None of your business!"
My gaze shifted to the lipsticks and foundation on the dressing table. They were all from luxury brands!
But the money I gave her wasn't enough to buy all these!
"Jane, you..."
"You're so annoying!" Jane interrupted me and snatched the clothes from my hands. "Get out! I need to change clothes!"
She walked out of her bedroom again.
She had changed into an off-shoulder blouse, paired with a black mini skirt.
I glanced at her and decided not to bother with her.
Cyril pulled my hand and said, "I will cook my specialty for you later."
"No way. You're our guest," I said hurriedly. "Later, I..."
"He wants to cook. Why are you stopping him?" Dad, with a big belly, came in from the door and glanced at us. "You're back so early."