Joe Heath's face showed grave concern, his eyes filled with worry.
Jasmine Yale glanced at him doubtfully, "Can you make me happy? Stop forcing me to drink?"
"Look at you, the last time I forced you to drink was because you were late, and you consumed my treasured wine that I've aged for many years."
"I've never seen anyone forcing someone to drink and making it sound so noble." Jasmine Yale dismissed disdainfully.
"Jasy, hug, want to see Little Fox!"
Chale Cheney opened his arms, clinging to Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale lifted him from the ground.
Joe Heath pinched his face discontentedly, "Little one, what fox are you watching? Your dad is nothing but an old fox that's been around for thousands of years!"
Chale Cheney immediately tattled to Jasmine Yale—
"Jasy, Uncle Heath is badmouthing my dad."
Joe Heath laughed, "Little one, quite a tattletale, aren't you?"
Jasmine Yale glared at Joe Heath displeased, "Don't treat Little Chale like that."
