Morris Jackson was one step late_1

"Are you trying to take me down the mountain?" she asked the Tibetan Mastiff.

Knowing full well that it might not understand her, she still pretended that it could and asked anyway.

As expected, the Tibetan Mastiff didn't react and just looked up at her.

Lyra picked up her phone again and gently patted her thigh: "Don't worry, there's a secret room. But if you just want to play, I can go with you. Change direction, you go ahead, and I'll follow."

Tata turned and started running.

Lyra shouted after it: "Hey, wait a minute—"

Lyra suddenly remembered something and said: "Hold on, let me grab something."

Tata turned back and followed Lyra inside.

Lyra found the jar of liquor on the shelf, even though she didn't know where Tata wanted to take her.

She had just moved in, and apart from this jar of liquor, there was nothing else important. No matter, having it with her was the most important thing.