Chapter 098 He is the son of Sylvan Cheney

Sylvan Cheney opened a text message, scrolled to the newest one sent by Jasmine Yale and typed in a few words.

He reconsidered, and deleted it.

He thought for a moment, inputted a new text message.

Finding it inappropriate again, he deleted it.

With a "thud" Sylvan Cheney, out of frustration, threw his mobile phone aside and continued driving.

Under the night sky, Sylvan Cheney's facial contours were rigid, his eyes glimmering with mixed emotions.

The night felt long.

Chale Cheney had a sweet sleep. By the time he woke up, Jasmine was already awake.

"Jasy, Jasy, good morning."

Chale Cheney ran to the entrance of the kitchen, wearing his bunny slippers.

Jasmine turned around and smiled: "Good morning."

The little fellow standing at the door was very cute, looking like a sunflower with wild hair.

"Jasy, can I come again tonight?"

The little guy twisted his fingers nervously, his large grape-like eyes filled with anticipation.