She tried to straighten her waist again, but Morris Jackson held the back of her neck and she couldn't get up.
He applied some force to her wrist: "You should always respond; you see, haven't I responded to every matter related to you?"
Lyra Smith stopped moving immediately.
She had just come here with a correct attitude, wanting to share with him that she had received Master Ruqin's 2.3 billion painting as a gift.
Who would've known that he would tease her again?
She reached back to her neck and felt his hand. She tried to take it off but he had already loosened his grip, allowing her to remove his hand.
"Uncle Morris, if you want to be family, that's also fine. I can change how I address you, and call you brother." She had a cunning smile in her eyes.
Morris pushed her hand away: "You're not sincere."
Lyra knew that her constant refusals were not right, and she needed to find a proper time to have a thorough conversation with him.
"Let's go," he said.
