The little guy stood on the stairs, watching Jasmine Yale's figure gradually disappear, feeling very sad inside.
A thin layer of mist clouded his big eyes, and his small face was full of grievance and misery.
Is it because he's not cute? Is it because he's not sensible? Is it because he's too sticky to Jasy?
Why don't they want him...
Chale Cheney squatted down and cried.
His small shoulders convulsed, shaking non-stop, crying so miserably.
Probably hearing the cry, Tomer came in.
Seeing Chale Cheney squatting on the stairs, she panicked and ran up to scoop him up.
"Young Master, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Who bullied you?" Tomer hurriedly asked.
Chale Cheney wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: "No one bullied me."
"Then why are you crying? Are you hungry? I just saw Miss Yale come in, did she bully you?"
"No, Jasy didn't bully me." Chale Cheney hastily said.
Tomer was puzzled. The young master was always obedient and wouldn't cry for no reason.
