Yolanda also looked up, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at Chale Cheney.
The little fellow, dressed in a small black trench coat, looked like a miniature version of Sylvan Cheney.
Father and son really resembled each other.
"Daddy, when did you come back? I've missed you so much."
The little one seemed to have just woken up. He ran down the stairs and threw himself directly into Sylvan's arms.
"Sit properly," Sylvan frowned.
Chale Cheney was unfazed and continued to bury his head in Sylvan's chest, acting spoilt.
"Daddy, don't you miss me? I want a hug, hug…"
Sylvan naturally wouldn't do such a thing in front of everyone; he pulled Chale Cheney away.
"Get your breakfast quickly and then go to kindergarten," he said indifferently.
"Daddy, do you not like me anymore? You won't even hug me, and it's not like I'm asking for a kiss." Chale Cheney frowned.
It had been such a long time since he had last seen his dad.
Even Jasy had been ignoring him...
