Anthony Young didn't know if he really heard the conversation, but he slowly stood up. However, just as he did, Lyra Smith fell into his arms, and the two embraced.
Sophia Jackson: "..."
Damn it!
She was the only sober person in the car, and as long as she didn't say anything, Uncle Wu shouldn't know, right?
Lyra, completely unaware of whom she was hugging, just felt that this was a comfortable cushion and didn't want to let go. She moved to a more comfortable position, her entire face buried in Anthony's chest.
Anthony raised his hand to touch her face.
Sophia Jackson scolded him: "Anthony! Stop taking advantage of her just because you're drunk! What do you think you're doing, stealing a peck?"
Anthony Young: "..."
He was really something else.
With no other choice, he stopped moving and let Lyra lean against him.
This continued until the car stopped outside Lyra's apartment building.
