Chale Cheney immediately lowered his voice and uttered one last sentence—-
"He's just too embarrassed to say it, but he actually likes you."
After speaking, the little guy ran off with his short legs!
"Chale Cheney!" Sylvan Cheney yelled in irritation.
The little one pretended not to hear and straightaway ran towards his bedroom upstairs.
With a "bang," the door was shut!
"You've got guts." Sylvan Cheney remarked, displeased yet helpless.
Jasmine Yale stood there, unmoving.
"Jasy, I've brewed some traditional Chinese medicine for you, drink it later." Sylvan Cheney put forth blandly.
"Chinese medicine? I'm not sick, why should I take medicine? It's bitter, I'm not drinking it" Jasmine Yale was utterly perplexed.
