Chapter 152

Lyra glanced at the form, which asked for name, age, and other details.

She picked up the pen and made a stroke on the paper.

Huh?

No ink?

Lyra looked up and glanced at the cold-faced policewoman.

The policewoman remained expressionless, icy.

"Mia, let me help you!" Matthew grabbed the pen from Lyra's hand.

Men should step up at critical moments and clear all obstacles for their women.

Matthew's chubby little hand held the pen tightly and shook it vigorously.

He was so clever.

By shaking the pen so hard, wouldn't the ink come out, allowing them to write?

With such force, whoosh, all the ink splattered onto the policewoman's face!

A long, black ink stain stretched from the policewoman's forehead to her mouth.

Lyra was shocked, inhaling sharply.

She wanted to laugh but felt it would be impolite to do so in front of the policewoman.

Moreover, Matthew was still there, and she didn't want to set a bad example by laughing.

So she kept her shoulders shaking, desperately tryin