As she spoke, her phone vibrated twice. Jasmine Yale saw that it was a message from Ann Nolan with pictures of Little Candy.
There were three photos in total.
Jasmine Yale waved the photos in front of Sylvan Cheney's eyes: "Look, cute, isn't it?"
On Sylvan Cheney's stern face, there wasn't much expression, only a slight frown and his lips pursed tightly.
"Isn't that how all kids are?"
At least, that's how Chale had been at that age.
Chale Cheney was premature and looked even smaller than the child in the photo.
"Take a closer look, you don't think she's cute?" Jasmine persisted.
"I don't see anything special."
"Are all men like this?" Jasmine was discontented, "You seem to really dislike kids."
"Alright, let's have dinner, I need to head out later," said Sylvan.
"Going out at night? When will you be back?"
"I'm not sure, you go to sleep first."
"Is it a business engagement?" Jasmine looked at him.
