Gregory Smith couldn't take his sister away and initially didn't plan to attend the family feast, but in the end, he went, as he had nothing else to do.
Phil Lee's swollen face made it inconvenient for her to attend the family feast. Dylan Lee advised her to rest well, but Phil wore a mask and insisted on going out.
At this moment, in a luxurious Rococo-style bedroom.
Phil Lee sat on a Faliso sofa, while a servant knelt before her, carefully and cautiously removing her armor.
Dylan Lee stood by, watching his sister's unhappy face and softly said, "Gregory will be in Harbor City for a few days this time. Why don't you heal your face first, and then dress up beautifully to see him?"
"No! Absolutely not!"
"Phil!" Dylan Lee looked helpless.
Having been humiliated last night, Phil Lee hadn't slept well.
Now it was difficult for her to even go out, and her mood was terrible, not being persuaded by any reasoning.
Later, she carefully thought about her brother's words.
