Jasmine Yale was amused by his childish words and coaxed, "Your dad loves Little Chale the most; the little baby can only be second."
"The little baby can be first. I'm the older brother, so I have to let the little baby come first," Chale Cheney replied, looking very sensible.
Jasmine Yale couldn't help but ruffle his little head, "Little Chale has grown up and become more sensible."
Chale Cheney covered his face, feeling shy.
Chale Cheney strolled around his room with Jasmine Yale for a long time, having a possessive affection for her and especially enjoying being alone with her.
He loved showing Jasmine Yale all his things, especially his best things.
Jasmine Yale also had Butler Santana bring the gifts over, arranging them one by one for him.
"Little Chale, these are cookies that Jasy made by hand. Want some?" Jasmine Yale picked up a sealed jar and shook it.
"Eat, eat! I want to eat!"
Jasmine Yale opened it.
