Chale Cheney took out his mobile phone again and dialed Jasmine Yale's number.
After a few seconds, the call went through.
"Jasy, Jasy," Chale Cheney ran while fearfully complaining to Jasmine Yale.
"What's wrong? Little Chale." Jasmine Yale felt a pang of alarm.
She immediately got up from the side of her desk and walked toward the window.
Every time she heard Chale Cheney's anxious, scared voice, an inexplicable tension emerged within her.
The incident when her little kiddo was taken away in the bamboo forest last time still filled her with dread.
"Jasy, the teacher took us out to collect specimens in the garden, a lady approached Chale, she said she's my mother, she said she has been looking for me for a long time..."
For a moment, Jasmine Yale felt as if the world was spinning.
Her mind went blank in an instant.
The only thing she could hear was the sobbing voice of the little kiddo, echoing like a bee buzzing in her ears.
