Jasmine Yale hurried over and shielded Little Chale.
She lowered her voice and said to Joe Heath, "Don't talk in front of the child if you have something to say."
Butler Santana took the opportunity to lead Chale Cheney out the door.
The staircase was quiet, only the footsteps of Butler Santana and Chale Cheney could be heard.
Only when they were at a distance, did Jasmine Yale allow Joe Heath to enter.
"Why are you here?"
Jasmine Yale still looked very upset.
The noodles had cooled down, she reheated them.
"I'm worried about you." Joe Heath sat down, "I already sent someone to look for Peyenne Jones, don't do anything rash."
"I know, thank you."
Bygones are bygones, she was still grateful to him for handling the Peyenne matter.
"You don't need to thank me, also, stop calling me CEO Heath, I won't like it."
"Understood." Jasmine Yale nodded.
"You only eat noodles at home on Sundays?" Joe Heath frowned at her, "No wonder you're malnourished, and don't develop properly."
