Phil Lee started throwing a tantrum the moment she got back in the car.
She couldn't stand the sight of anything and everything within her reach ended up in her grasp, either being thrown onto the front passenger seat or torn apart with her hands.
"Ouch... my poor little ancestor."
Martin Jenkins stopped Phil's hands, afraid that she might hurt herself while tearing things apart, "Look at your fingertips, they're all red."
Phil Lee pulled her hands back, not exactly cold, but very irritable, "I don't want to go to the Kickoff Banquet tonight."
"I'm afraid it's not up to you." Martin understood why Phil didn't want to go. She said, "You're the leading actress. If you don't go to the Kickoff Banquet, Lyra Smith would steal the limelight. Are you willing to let that happen?"
"Of course not." Phil Lee scowled, "But I just don't want to see Lyra's face. Her presence makes me uncomfortable."
Martin's expression turned somber.
