"No way."
After saying that, Jasmine Yale strode out.
Charles Mcintosh took her back to the company, Sylvan Cheney didn't leave, he stayed at home with Chale Cheney.
The little guy had already fallen asleep, his forehead wasn't that hot anymore.
Sylvan Cheney touched his face, tucked him in, and quietly went outside.
Riceball staggered behind Sylvan Cheney, hopping along.
Sylvan Cheney went to the study, and it followed him there.
Sylvan Cheney sat on the sofa, processing documents with his laptop on his lap, and Riceball obediently lay beside his feet, its big eyes boisterously scanning the room.
When Chale Cheney woke up, it was already past three o'clock in the afternoon.
"Dad, Jasy..."
Chale Cheney lifted the blanket and started yelling.
Why is no one around, where are the people...?
Sylvan Cheney heard Chale Cheney's voice and came from the study.
"Daddy!"
The little guy, wearing slippers, rushed into Sylvan Cheney's embrace.
