Emmy shouted loudly.
Fatty was startled.
He quickly turned over and covered Emmy's mouth, gesturing for silence.
"Shh, don't talk, follow me."
Emmy snorted but followed Fatty obediently.
It seemed like the two of them really had some telepathic connection.
Emmy sensed something was off when Fatty was leaving.
It turned out she guessed correctly.
"What are you doing in someone else's house? Mom will be mad if she knows. This is stealing!"
Fatty glanced around lightly.
Once he confirmed no one was in the house, he flicked on the living room light.
"If it's stealing, why did you come with me?"
"Hmph, I'm here to monitor you on Mom's behalf, so you don't do anything irrational."
Fatty rolled his eyes, "You're just curious, why make up so many excuses?"
"Hehe." Emmy giggled awkwardly, "Just tell me, what are we doing here!"
Fatty didn't speak, he started searching the house.
