Lyra Smith spoke in a casual tone, "It's not like we haven't seen each other in a long time. We just met this afternoon, so there's no need for any surprise."
"It seems you're not stupid." Phil Lee crossed his arms, an arrogant posture.
In fact, when Lyra saw Phil come in, she knew that the night might be more dangerous than auspicious. A reckless thought even crossed her mind—to find an opportunity to kidnap Phil Lee.
If Iris Mitchell were the one to kidnap her tonight, she might be facing a life-threatening danger.
But with Phil Lee, things would be much easier to handle.
"You're still very capable. I can't do anything about you, and neither can Ella Howard." Phil Lee mentioned Ella, and suddenly snorted, "That stupid girl came back and complained to me, saying she lost her memory after recording a show. She's really unlucky."
Upon hearing that Ella had lost her memory after recording the show, Lyra raised her eyebrows.
