Sylvan Cheney's gaze paused slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered, but the depths of his eyes were still immeasurable and serene.
He responded with a nonchalant 'Hmm'.
Charles Mcintosh knew that for such a long time, Mr. Cheney and Chale Cheney hadn't exchanged a single phone call.
Mr. Cheney had taken care of the little guy for three years, not once had they been separated for a day.
During this long period, the feelings involved, only Mr. Cheney himself knew best.
And only Charles Mcintosh knew how much Mr. Cheney cared for this son.
Chale Cheney was like a little angel who had appeared in Sylvan Cheney's life by chance, lighting up his whole heart.
Before Chale Cheney's arrival, it was likely that Sylvan had never thought he would become a father, nor had he considered having a child.
Charles Mcintosh didn't say much, he just sent a text message to Lilac Serval.
Sylvan Cheney closed his eyes, his expression calm.
