Chapter 351 He is not called Little Brat

Chale Cheney smiled sweetly.

Although Elder Cheney always yelled at him, he still liked his dad.

Especially, he thought Elder Cheney was handsome, handsomer than any of his classmates' dads.

Would he look even better than Elder Cheney when he grew up?

Thinking this, he felt even happier.

"What are you grinning about, stop daydreaming," Sylvan Cheney knocked on his hand lightly.

"Um." Chale Cheney came back to reality.

"Chale, would you like Aunt Yolanda to teach you how to draw?" Yolanda Fern looked down at the little guy in her arms.

"Okay."

"What do you like to draw?"

"Little fox."

"Do you like little foxes so much?"

"Yes!"

Chale Cheney was very polite, answering every question Yolanda asked.

Well behaved, and not annoying at all.

On the road outside the Cheney Residence——

A black Porsche traverses through the white fog, coming this way.

Behind the wheel, Joe Heath was relaxed in his sunglasses, his fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel.