"Uncle Morris, you're making things hard for me."
Sophia Jackson looked dejected.
She first promised Lyra Smith that she would get her an admission ticket to the Lush Auction, and now she's asking her to get it from Uncle Morris. How shameless...
"If it's difficult, then mind your own business."
Leaving these words, Morris Jackson went into the inner room.
"Come on, Uncle, I'm your niece, your niece! You won't even help me with this tiny favor! Are you even my real uncle?!" After Sophia screamed, she realized that there was no trace of him, and she became even more disheartened.
Good things never happened.
Problems kept piling up.
...
During the evening.
Lyra Smith wasn't good at cooking. She ate instant noodles at noon and didn't want to eat them again in the evening, so she ordered takeout.
The phone rang. She thought it was the delivery guy and answered without looking, "Hold on, I will be down.".
The person on the other end said, "Okay."
Wait, something's wrong.
