"Are you scared by that?"
"..."
Mikel Anderson saw Lyra Smith's shocked and pale face when she found out he had replaced Ella Howard, and couldn't help but chuckle, "I'm just here to record a show, why has your courage shrunk?"
Lyra Smith, who had fallen to the floor, took a long time to recover her composure.
"Do you need me to help you up?" Mikel Anderson's hand was still extended.
"No, I can get up myself." Lyra Smith scrambled up and dusted off her pants.
Mikel Anderson stood straight, his hands folded across his chest, leisurely watching Lyra Smith patting the dirt off her pants, her hands still trembling a bit.
He couldn't help but remind her, "There's still some dust on your pants leg. Be careful."
Lyra Smith looked up at Mikel Anderson, then continued dusting.
Silence has always been synonymous with embarrassment, but for Lyra Smith at this moment, silence could only be used to alleviate the awkwardness just now.
She had been scared to death just now!
