Her eyes were red.
Jack Smith walked expressionlessly to her, pulled her up, hugged her in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "We're not just merchants; we have many other businesses. And mom and dad are not merely simple business people... Little sis, you're the only child in our family born clean. We'd rather protect you than abandon you."
It had been a long time since Lyra had been hugged by her brother like this.
She felt completely helpless and tried to bury herself deeper into his embrace.
But...
She suddenly looked up and asked, "What do you mean by 'the only clean child'? Are you involved in arms smuggling?"
Jack Smith remained silent.
With a sudden start, Lyra pushed him away, her expression shocked, "Could it be that mom and dad deal drugs?"
Jack pressed his lips together.
Lyra couldn't calm down, "No way, brother, don't scare me."
"Neither," Jack Smith raised his hand and rubbed her head, "Don't think randomly."
Lyra was half-believing and half-doubting.
