Especially after Charles Mcintosh told her about his mother's suicide by jumping into a lake, she seemed to understand more.
"Jasy, will you come with me?" Chale Cheney asked, tugging at her sleeve.
"Okay."
Jasmine Yale got dressed and went outside with Chale Cheney.
They were dressed in matching parent-child outfits that Chale Cheney insisted on buying.
The little guy didn't understand the difference, he insisted that they were couple outfits.
Jasmine Yale, already beautiful and delicate, accompanied by a cute and adorable baby, attracted a lot of attention while walking on the street.
Especially from older ladies, they adored Chale Cheney, and took the initiative to make conversation with Jasmine Yale.
"Young lady, is this your son? He's so handsome."
Jasmine Yale looked down, is this really her son?
If she really had such a son, how fortunate she would be.
"Yes, yes, I am Jasy's son." Chale Cheney blinked his large eyes while answering.
