Jasy could only belong to him or Elder Cheney, how could she be with someone else?
Besides, this uncle isn't handsome.
Compared to Elder Cheney, there's a huge difference.
"Little guy, where are your mommy and daddy?" Hans Colin asked with a smile.
Chale Cheney replied unhappily, "I'm not 'little guy', I'm Little Chale."
"Oh, Little Chale," Hans Colin corrected himself.
Jasmine Yale signaled to Hans Colin, indicating not to mention that.
Because, Little Chale was an adopted child.
Jasmine Yale quickly changed the subject: "Little Chale, what kind of animals do you like?"
"I like..." Chale Cheney thought for a while, then happily said, "Little foxes!"
"Huh? Why?" Jasmine Yale was curious.
"Because little foxes are so clever."
Eh...
In Jasmine's impression, a little fox is cunning.
But to Little Chale, it becomes intelligent.
"Jasy, don't you agree, don't you agree..." Chale Cheney asked, shaking her arm.
Jasmine Yale nodded: "Yes, little foxes are very clever."
