Chale Cheney's little hand clung tightly around Jasmine Yale's neck, not letting down his guard in the slightest.
He watched Joe Heath as if the man was his enemy.
Hesitant precautions filled his teary big eyes.
All Joe could do was to cajole him, "If you agree, Uncle will get you a pet fox tomorrow.
Huh? A pet fox?
Chale's hand loosened a little.
"Is it cute?" The little guy blinked his eyes and asked.
"Of course, much cuter than one in the zoo," Joe lied as he tried to soothe the child.
"Oh, then you can only talk to Jasy for a while." Chale let go of his hand.
"Fine, I won't try to steal your Jasy away," Joe promised earnestly.
Jasmine Yale: "..."
This little guy, just like that, sold her out?
Chale Cheney hopped down from Jasmine's arms and obediently went over to stand by Butler Santana.
Joe walked over to Jasmine and smiled.
"Kids are so easy to fool," Joe said.
Jasmine was quite unhappy, "You shouldn't cheat the children. They don't understand anything."
