The little swan felt something was wrong.
This morning she ran over to find Sister Wang, and saw Louis having breakfast with Sister Wang.
The atmosphere was weird.
She didn't know how to describe that feeling.
She could only feel their gazes sticking together.
"Sister Wang!"
The little swan shouted and flew into Beatrice's arms.
After a moment, she said somewhat oddly:
"Where are your clothes, Sister Wang?"
Beatrice was stunned: "I am not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
The little swan's small eyes flashed with big confusion:
"I mean your favorite outfit? Why did you change to this style today?"
Beatrice's expression was a bit awkward, unconsciously avoiding the little swan's gaze:
"Today we are having the final talks with Tunisia, isn't it reasonable to wear something more formal?"
"Sister Wang is lying." The little swan said without hesitation, "Every time you lie you can't look me in the eye."
Beatrice muttered in her heart:
