"Thank you so much."
"No problem, you're the only one who can trouble me."
"..."
Lyra didn't know what to say, feeling as if Morris was laying a trap for her, waiting for her to step into it.
After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Why are you teaching me?"
Morris: "To make you rich."
Lyra's lips curled into a smile, suddenly feeling very happy, but she didn't show it on the phone, and casually replied with a sound of acknowledgment.
After hanging up, the smile on Lyra's lips continued to grow.
Make her rich?
Whether it was true or not, she was happy and quickly added a note to the nameless WeChat account: Uncle Morris.
Once that was done, Lyra started wondering, "When did I add Morris on WeChat? I don't remember."
After pondering for a few seconds, she placed her hand at her brow and muttered, "It must have been added from my contacts!"
After all, she had Morris's phone number all along.
...
By evening.
Kaitlyn hadn't returned home when Lyra left.
