"Eh——"
"Eh!"
Jenson Wright stepped forward to halt Sophia Jackson: "Could you wait a few minutes, just a few minutes."
Inside the private room.
'Lyra Smith' sat quietly. Regardless of what Erwin Jackson was saying, she responded with indifference, neither warm nor cold.
Erwin Jackson tried his best not to irritate her and brought up some past events. As he spoke of these, he noticed 'Lyra's' facial expressions, which however, remained unchanged, as if there was not any memory of those events.
He suddenly asked, "Who taught you to make grasshoppers?"
'Lyra' shot him a glance, "Does it matter who taught me?"
Sophia Jackson nodded, her tone and attitude were both serious, "I want to know."
'Lyra' smiled, "Actually, I can't."
Erwin Jackson's eyebrows were slightly furrowed, "You can't..." he remembered last time in the old house, he had clearly seen Lyra with a handful of woven grass, at that time Lyra herself said it was woven by her.
