"My mom is busy..." Chale Cheney said pitifully.
He remembered Jasmine Yale's phone number, every single number of it.
He called, and it rang through.
"Hello, how are you?" Jasmine Yale was organizing files.
"Jasy..."
Chale Cheney called out in a pitiful manner. The juvenile voice was filled with a sad undertone.
Jasmine Yale froze immediately, her fingers slightly trembling.
She didn't know where to look.
Her heart suddenly throbbed a few times.
She was somewhat distracted.
"Little Chale." She controlled her emotions.
"Jasy, where are you? Has my dad been bullying you?"
"No, Jasy is at work."
The sweet mellifluous voice of Chale Cheney could instantly brighten up her hollow heart, despite her knowing that it was nothing more than a momentary comfort.
Days of persistence, just crumbled.
"Is my dad truly not bullying you?"
"No."
"We have midterm exams today, I will get the first place."
"Good."
