Sylvan Cheney could almost imagine his proud and tsundere expression.
"What do you want to talk to me about?" Sylvan Cheney spoke up.
Once Chale Cheney received a response, he suddenly became excited: "Baby learned to do math problems yesterday, the really hard kind."
"Oh? Which kind?"
"Addition and subtraction within a hundred."
"When I was your age, I could already do addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division."
Chale Cheney pouted: "Elder Cheney, you're so annoying, so annoying."
Across the table, Jasmine Yale, who was eating breakfast with her head down, suddenly looked up at Sylvan Cheney.
She knew who he was talking to on the phone.
He was talking to Little Chale Cheney.
Jasmine Yale saw a smile hanging on Sylvan Cheney's face. The smile was undeniable, not just at the corners of his lips or at the bottom of his eyes—it was affectionate and gentle.
At this moment, Sylvan Cheney exuded the warmth of a "father" from head to toe.
