As for Lyra Smith, whom Erwin barely knew, he didn't care about her at all.
Jenson Wright laughed and patted Ethan Cooper on the arm, signaling him to sit down: "Green Tea isn't enough to cool you off. I'll bring you some Momordica Grosvenori tea tomorrow."
"That sounds great, don't forget." Ethan smiled and sat down.
Erwin Jackson had already sat down and poured himself a cup of tea.
He glanced at Lyra Smith, who was sitting demurely and watching Jenson, not looking at him. He suddenly remembered how her gaze used to follow him around, or how she would try to get close to him...
"This is Lyra Smith."
Jenson Wright eagerly introduced her to Ethan Cooper: "She's a female artist I just signed."
Erwin spluttered and spit out his drink, even choking a little. He coughed heavily: "Cough, cough, cough... "
Jenson Wright patted Erwin on the back: "Why are you in such a rush to drink your tea?"
Erwin blocked Jenson's hand: "What's going on?"
