"Bro, your words make me sound like an idiot, don't you know that you are always great in my heart."
Even though he knew his sister was flattering him, Gregory Smith enjoyed it very much, his mood delighted.
After hanging up the phone, Gregory Smith sent the address.
Lyra Smith opened the navigation and found that they were still more than twenty kilometers away.
Lyra Smith adjusted to a comfortable position; on her left sat Erwin Jackson, who was dozing off, and on her right was George, who had already fallen asleep. They were almost halfway to Topsy City now.
It was just that there were too many bends in the road.
From time to time, they would have to turn at a bend, Lyra Smith, who never got carsick, was almost about to vomit from all the twists and turns.
Only Erwin Jackson and George seemed unaffected.
