Candice came out carrying the soup, only to see Charlie stepping into her bedroom.
Aaaaaaaah!
No way!
“Charlie, get out of my room!”
She hastily set the soup down on the carpet. Her hands were shaking so hard from panic that she spilled hot soup onto the back of her hand—but she didn’t even notice, racing after him.
But it was too late.
To be precise, he had already entered before she even shouted.
By the time Candice rushed over to stop him, he was already by her bed, crouched down to pick up the frightened kitten that had accidentally stepped on the toy switch, gotten startled by the vibration, and now clung to the wall meowing pitifully.
Naturally, he also saw the items the kitten had knocked over and dragged halfway out of the bag.
Charlie frowned.
He looked at the constantly vibrating, pastel pink-blue bird-shaped device, then at the box half-hanging out of the bag with its unmistakabl
