"I bet it was you who spilled it and you're just afraid to take responsibility, so you blame Zhao Si'en?" Gu Lingling said with a cold laugh.
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't do it." Wei Yan Yan said loudly, her eyes shifting a bit, "This is our winter supply. If I spilled it, what would we eat?"
"Then how do you explain these footprints?" Gu Lingling pointed to the footprints beside the millet, "These footprints aren't Zhao Si'en's, right?"
Zhao Si'en is several years younger than Wei Yan Yan, and her feet are smaller.
"Whoever spilled it, you can tell by looking at the soles of their shoes." Gu Lingling said.
After hearing this, Zhao Si'en hurriedly took off her shoes, and her soles were completely free of millet.
"I... maybe I just got it wrong." Wei Yan Yan said awkwardly, "I just came in and saw the millet on the ground and was in a hurry to gather it into the dustpan..."
So you stepped on the millet?
Gu Lingling sneered.
