She still had a smiling face, as if she didn't know what sadness or sorrow was.
Perhaps having experienced hardship and life-and-death situations, she now appeared more composed, peaceful, and had a better outlook than before.
"Jasmine Yale, don't be so sarcastic." Sylvan Cheney looked at her, holding a wine glass with his fingers. "You want me to be your child's uncle? It's not impossible. Work well, and I'll agree to it."
"Hmm?" Jasmine Yale gazed at his earnest and calm demeanor, nearly bursting into laughter, but she deliberately shook her head and sighed, "Got it."
Jasmine Yale cut the steak and took a small bite.
The taste was quite good.
Of course, if it didn't taste good, he wouldn't have come.
The table was adorned with fresh flowers, a candlestick, and fine delicacies, looking exquisite and appealing.
The steak was delicious, the foie gras was tasty, and the beer pear was also good.
