His little hand clung tightly to Jasmine Yale's clothes, refusing to let go.
Tears hung on his cheeks, "plop" "plop" falling down.
"Chaley, don't cry, Jasy is here, don't cry." Jasmine Yale held him sympathetically.
At this moment, her heart was also full of fear and panic, but she didn't forget she had to protect Chaley.
She had promised to protect him and not let him get hurt even a little.
Upon hearing Jasmine Yale's words, Chale Cheney sniffled and stopped crying.
He was a boy, he should not cry.
"Stop making noise!" Several men were getting impatient.
They hustled Jasmine Yale and Chale Cheney into a gloomy corner and closed the door.
Hans Colin took a puff of his cigarette, standing still.
Jasmine Yale glared at him hatefully, biting her lip, wishing she could eat him alive.
What she hated was not the kidnapping, but the betrayal and abandonment.
"Jasmine, don't blame me, I lost money gambling recently, if I don't pay it back within a week, they'll take my arm."