"Wrong? What's wrong? The name is wrong? Impossible!"
A series of self-questioning and self-answering.
In the end, the word "impossible" is her final stubbornness.
At this moment, Lyra Smith's bewildered expression is quite vivid.
It even made the old Mr. Jackson chuckle.
He stood up from his seat, stepped down and walked towards Lyra Smith with a smile: "Hahaha, you haven't changed at all since I last saw you!"
Lyra Smith's reaction immediately turned from shock to polite: "Grandpa Jackson."
Old Mr. Jackson praised her: "You are a child with potential."
James Jackson, who had reached a venerable age, was in excellent health, with only a trace of gray at his temples, but his glowing face made him look energetic and his speech was full of vigor.
Hearing old Mr. Jackson's praise, Lyra Smith smiled sweetly: "Grandpa Jackson, you look even younger than when I last saw you."
Old Mr. Jackson laughed and said, "Indeed, you are a child who is well-liked. No wonder, no wonder."
