FBI Washington Headquarters, northwest side, a community, a three-story villa.
In the living room, Caroline spread her hands with an innocent expression that couldn't be more innocent.
Luo An took over the phone, his face full of speechlessness, and asked:
"What did you do again?"
Since the three of them moved into this villa, Mona and Caroline had argued frequently.
Caroline had a good attitude, she wouldn't argue too much with Mona and would apologize quickly.
But apologizing ≠ admitting fault.
Facing the angry Mona, Caroline had always had the attitude:
Sorry, but I'm not changing, and I dare do it again next time.
Mona was so angry that her face turned red, almost wishing to go to the kitchen and grab a knife.
"It's nothing."
Caroline smiled slightly, picked up an apple she had just peeled from the table, handed it to Luo An, and explained:
"I just bought some more musical instruments."
"Some? You call that some?!"
