Now he's even getting close to her, helping her pick up the hair on her.
She couldn't help but doubt, looking at the hand Spencer Sullivan used to help her pick up the hair, but he changed the subject, "Aunt, are you taking Yolanda home for a while?"
Jasmine Young coldly replied, "This doesn't seem to be any of Mr. Sullivan's business, does it?"
Before her words had fallen, her phone rang. She took it out of her bag. The caller ID showed Havana Quinn, and she picked up the call and put it to her ear.
Then her face changed dramatically, "Which hospital? I'm coming right away."
"Yolanda, Grandpa has had a car accident, we need to go."
She grabbed Yolanda Young's hand in panic and ran toward the community gate.
Yolanda Young dragged her suitcase, her little legs struggling to keep up with Jasmine Young's pace, being pulled along clumsily, still holding on tightly to the suitcase with her other hand.
