At dinner, Sylvan Cheney obviously felt that something was wrong with Chale Cheney's mood.
When he ascended from his study, Chale was sitting silently by the window.
In his hand was the little tiger Jasmine Yale had bought for him.
The one he bought at the cinema last time.
Chale Cheney's room was full of stuffed animals, but this was the only one he kept by his bed every night.
"What's wrong?"
Sylvan walked over and bent down to touch his son's fluffy head.
As Chale looked up and saw it was his father, he remained silent.
"Who has upset you again?"
"No one upset me."
"Your lips are sticking out so much, and you say you're not upset?"
Chale Chandler pouted and rested his head on the table, "Dad, I don't want you anymore."
"Hmm?" Sylvan frowned slightly.
What kind of temper was this?
"Really, Baby is serious." Chale Cheney looked at him, puffing out his cheeks.
"How did I upset you?" Sylvan Cheney sounded dissatisfied.