Chale Cheney was eating breakfast for a long time.
Sylvan Cheney couldn't stand it anymore, he frowned: "You'll be late if you don't hurry up."
Jasmine Yale ran over, wanting to wipe the little guy's mouth of crumbs.
Sylvan Cheney held her hand and gave her a cold glance.
"So mean." Chale Cheney muttered unhappily, "I was very happy today, why did you have to say that, so depressing, I just can't."
Sylvan Cheney: "..."
Jasmine Yale: "..."
After ten minutes, the little one finally finished his breakfast, jumped down from the chair with his big yellow duck backpack on.
"Walk properly!" Sylvan Cheney scolded coldly, with great disgust.
"Hmph." The little one looked at Sylvan Cheney annoyedly and walked properly.
"Goodbye daddy, goodbye mommy, baby is going to school now."
After he finished speaking, he held onto the maid's hand and left.
Jasmine Yale's heart skipped a beat, her eyes were filled with soft, shining gleam.
What did the little one call her?
Mom?
