"That's good." Jasmine Yale nodded.
She knew that Sylvan Cheney had gone abroad. Just yesterday afternoon, she checked and confirmed that Sylvan Cheney was indeed not at home.
She took a distant look at Little Chale and then walked away.
Perhaps that might be the last time she sees Little Chale.
Thinking of the time spent with Little Chale, the corner of Jasmine's mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.
Her heart felt sweet, as if honey was overflowing.
She still remembered how the little guy's fair-skinned hand hooked around her neck...
At the thought of that, she glanced at her mobile phone screen.
The screen saver was still the one that Little Chale had changed.
As if guessing what was in her mind, Joe Heath tapped on the steering wheel, rather impatiently.
"When you get to Singapore, delete all these photos, why keep them?"
"Got it."
"You know shit." Joe Heath couldn't help but blurt out.