"It's the baby." Chale Cheney couldn't help but feel anxious.
Extremely anxious, indeed!
Just then, the door opened.
Jasmine Yale stood at the doorway, looking down at the little one outside.
The little one, having removed his coat, was standing outside in a soft yellow sweater, batting his big eyes at her.
His hands were folded behind his back, and he just stood there looking at Jasmine Yale.
His long eyelashes fluttered, and Jasmine Yale's heart melted at the sight.
She patiently crouched down and caressed his small head, "Why aren't you resting?"
"Baby wants to play with Jasy."
"Go take a nap. You have your calligraphy class in the afternoon, right? Otherwise, you'll be sleepy during the class."
Although it was a Saturday, the little one's schedule was always packed tightly with hardly any rest time.
Sylvan Cheney had quite strict demands on the little one.
Every time she felt pity for the little one, even slightly, Sylvan would not allow it.
