Lyra Smith moved closer to Morris Jackson, smiling slyly, "Uncle five, don't you think my decision was very correct?"
"Very correct." Morris Jackson picked up his chopsticks again and continued to serve her food, "But don't use this as a precedent."
Lyra nodded like pounding garlic, "I guarantee there won't be a next time."
Only then was Morris Jackson satisfied.
However, Morris Jackson didn't say anything else afterwards and didn't even mention the matter of the stand-in. Lyra found it odd that since she had mentioned it, why didn't her fifth uncle ask her about the stand-in, didn't he want to know why there was someone replacing her at all?
She couldn't help but ask him proactively, "Uncle five, how could you tell the difference between me and her?"
When Morris Jackson heard her bringing up the matter, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and asked in a casual tone, "Who are you talking about?"
