"Why?" Summer Shawcross looked at her in confusion.
Why couldn't she leave here, why did she have to stay in Lyra?
Faced with her question, Sherry pursed her lips and remained silent.
Because she didn't know how to explain it to her.
Just as the two of them were silent, a small and chubby hand suddenly grabbed Summer Shawcross's other hand.
"Pretty sister, are you leaving?" The little one stared with big round eyes, his face full of reluctance as he looked at Summer Shawcross.
Looking at the little one's expression full of reluctance, Summer Shawcross was stunned, not knowing how to answer him for a moment.
At this moment, Yancy Shaw, who had been standing at the entrance of the dining room, suddenly walked in with a polite smile, glanced at Summer Shawcross, and finally rested his gaze on Sherry's face, unable to look away.
