Once Morris Jackson got in the car, Ivan, who had already fastened his seatbelt in the passenger seat, asked, "Mr. Jackson, are we going to the company or the old Jackson Family mansion?"
Morris Jackson said, "The old mansion."
"All right." Ivan said to Cole, "Adjust the route."
Cole nodded.
The car slowly drove along the avenue.
Lyra Smith sat quietly in the passenger seat, as long as she didn't think about what happened last night, she could get along well with Morris Jackson in the same space.
As the car passed by a section not far from the market, Lyra rubbed her flat belly, "Uncle Five, can we stop for a moment? I want to buy some breakfast, I'm so hungry, and not eating breakfast is bad for my stomach."
Morris Jackson seemed not to hear her words.
Lyra Smith thought she spoke too softly, so she leaned closer and said, "Uncle Five, I'm hungry, I want to have breakfast."
Her voice was soft and cute, like her expression, extremely vivid.
