Morris Jackson leaned back casually with his hand supporting his head, "Fine, as you said, you can go in and stir things up. If you can't handle it, I'll back you up. How's that?"
Lyra Smith smiled with her lips pressed together.
She suddenly reached out, hooked his neck, and kissed his face.
Morris Jackson stared at her, "Suddenly so proactive?"
Lyra Smith wouldn't explain. She hopped out of the car to avoid being pulled back by him, so she ran very quickly.
Through the one-way window, he kept watching until she was out of sight. At that moment, his face was full of tenderness.
Driver White from the front seat asked, "Mr. Jackson, are you really not going in?"
Morris Jackson slowly straightened up, his long legs casually crossed, "Do you think she would be at a disadvantage?"
Cole thought about it, "Probably not."
Morris Jackson said lightly, "She needs to grow."
As for her growth, he would be fully involved.
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