Chapter 351: Chapter 351 He is not called Little Brat

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Chale Cheney smiled sweetly.

Although Elder Cheney always yelled at him, he still liked his dad.

Especially, he thought Elder Cheney was handsome, handsomer than any of his classmates’ dads.

Would he look even better than Elder Cheney when he grew up?

Thinking this, he felt even happier.

“What are you grinning about, stop daydreaming,” Sylvan Cheney knocked on his hand lightly.

“Um.” Chale Cheney came back to reality.

“Chale, would you like Aunt Yolanda to teach you how to draw?” Yolanda Fern looked down at the little guy in her arms.

“Okay.”

“What do you like to draw?”

“Little fox.”

“Do you like little foxes so much?”

“Yes!”

Chale Cheney was very polite, answering every question Yolanda asked.

Well behaved, and not annoying at all.

On the road outside the Cheney Residence

A black Porsche traverses through the white fog, coming this way.

Behind the wheel, Joe Heath was relaxed in his sunglasses, his fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel.

Jasmine Yale was sitting in the passenger seat.

The temperature had been dropping lately. She had caught a cold, was wearing a mask, and was feeling quite listless, not in the mood to talk.

She rested her head on one hand, her fiery eyes watched the scenery outside the window.

She had looked at the scenery on this road for twelve years, it had long since been etched onto her heart.

Winter remained the same as always, everything was a blanket of white.

“You really have to see that brat?” Joe Heath couldn’t help but ask.

“How many times have I said, his name is not ‘brat,’ it’s ‘Little Chale.’”

Jasmine Yale looked a bit angry, her eyebrows and eyes cold.

Joe Heath burst out laughing, his laughter was terrible: “Alright, alright, Little Chale… my big brother’s son, Little Chale…”

He had lost control of himself, his laughter was quite extravagant.

Jasmine Yale glared at him.

This man, he loved treating his dark humor as a source of joy.

Jasmine Yale wrapped herself tightly in her watermelon-red scarf and buried her little head in there.

“Is your cold better?”

Seeing that she was silent, Joe Heath couldn’t help but change the topic.

“lam taking medicine.”

“Mmm, take care of yourself when you’re in Sinkapore. Once I’ve dealt with the affairs in Landon, I’ll also go on a vacation.”

” I don’ t care whether you go or not.”

“Really? You won’t miss me?”

Joe Heath glanced at her, his smile was both wicked and a bit coy.

His face, harmless-looking, was actually quite innocent.

“No.”

“Heartless!” Joe Heath complained.

He was begging to show her his heart.

“Any news from Peyenne?”

“No.” Joe Heath stated bluntly.

Jasmine Yale’s heart squeezed, her nose twitched.

“Why is there still no news… Did something really happen to her…” she said anxiously.

“Lincoln Lamar is looking for her.”

“His relationship with Peyenne is shallow, he won’t be too invested. Can you please help more?” Jasmine Yale looked at him with expectant eyes.

Peyenne… had been missing for several days now.

If they still couldn’t find her…

She didn’t dare to think.

She just couldn’t.

“Really?” Joe Heath stroked his chin, “Shallow relationship? If that’s the case, why did Lincoln Lamar willingly pay a huge penalty for breach of contract just to postpone that drama that was about to start shooting?”

“Maybe, maybe because Peyenne is one of his subordinates.”

“Little girl, your naivety is true enough.”

Joe Heath was quite good at sarcasm.

Jasmine Yale choked, it took her a long time to muster an answer: “Then… can Peyenne be found?”

“I don’t know. The place where she disappeared is a snowy mountain, scarcely populated. Also, avalanches frequently happen in that area. Little girl, do you know what an avalanche is? Huh?”

Jasmine Yale was startled.

She was successfully terrified by Joe Heath.

(Some people say it’s torturous? Those who have followed Luo Yi’s writing would know, Luo Yi’s overall style is a mix of pampering and torture. Prepare tissues for when it’s torturous, and prepare to be fed dog food during the pampering times. Alright, I’m off, tread lightly-)

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