The sunlight streamed in through the window, and Jasmine Yale's face always wore a warm and sweet smile.
Whenever she chatted with the little one, she always felt a sense of comfort, wondering where one could find such an understanding and obedient little sweetheart.
"Who are you chatting with?" Suddenly, Sylvan Cheney appeared at the door, his expression stern, with sharp eyes fixed on Jasmine Yale's face.
Jasmine Yale's hand shook as she packed up the tablet and looked up at him, smiling: "A friend."
"A friend? What kind of friend makes you smile so happily? I sent you several messages, and you didn't reply."
Only then did Jasmine Yale pick up her phone and see that Sylvan Cheney had indeed sent her several WeChat messages.
"Sorry, I didn't check my phone."
"Who are you chatting with?" Sylvan Cheney persisted, his eyes filled with suppressed impatience.
Jasmine Yale pondered for a moment and quietly said, "You'll find out in the future."
"A man?"
