Jasmine Yale quickly cleaned up, wiping the traces off her hands.
Seeing that Chale Cheney was still staring at her, she smiled and bent down, pinching his soft little cheeks.
"What are you looking at?"
"Jasy, are you going to be with Uncle Heath?"
The little fellow lowered his voice and asked secretly.
His big eyes were somewhat aggrieved, with a touch of sadness.
"No, Uncle Heath and I are just friends."
"Jasy, my dad is actually quite good, don't you want to consider him?"
"Can we not talk about this for now?"
"I might be small, but my dad isn't." Chale Cheney rushed to speak for Elder Cheney, "My dad is really good, he's more handsome than Uncle Heath, and he's good to babies."
Jasmine looked at him helplessly: "Little Chale..."
"Jasy, do you dislike me...because the baby is a burden..."
The little guy resentfully pouted his lips.
"Where did you learn this from?"
Jasmine squatted down, stroking his fluffy little head.