Morris Jackson answered her without looking sideways: "It's my mother's."
"I guessed it right." Lyra Smith laughed for a few seconds but couldn't continue laughing. Why didn't her uncle continue the conversation, he didn't even glance at her.
Just as the topic seemed to come to an end, Lyra continued: "I think the old lady must have looked especially beautiful in this cheongsam when she was young."
Morris Jackson: "Hmm."
Lyra immediately followed up with a question: "What about me? What about me? What about me?"
Morris Jackson: "You look good too."
Lyra Smith snorted and grumbled: "Uncle, you're too perfunctory. You said I look good without even looking at me. Perfunctory, perfunctory, perfunctory, to the extreme!"
However, Morris Jackson didn't say anything, not only perfunctory but also ignoring her.
