Lyra Smith raised her head and looked at him.
His expression was calm and composed, as if what he said was true.
Lyra didn't expect that she had actually anticipated his thoughts and seriously answered, "Then keep him company."
Morris Jackson gazed at her for a long time: "Two years? Or three years?"
Lyra adjusted her sitting posture, but this time she didn't look at him. Instead, she looked at the crowd over there and said unhurriedly, "Two years for one child, three years for two. Maybe by the time we go back, my parents will have returned, and we can just let them see their grandchildren."
After saying this, Morris Jackson gripped her shoulder and turned her around to face him.
As their eyes met, Lyra saw the faint ripples in Morris Jackson's turbulent eyes.
He looked at her seriously, carefully and attentively, trying to discern whether she was just speaking casually or if she really had such thoughts.
Seeing his expression, Lyra suddenly laughed.
