Chapter 424: Elder Cheney, You’re So Useless
After raining all day, the seaside on the next day is particularly refreshing and pleasant.
Both the sky and the sea are in a deep azure blue, the sea breeze holds a fishy sweetness, and the waves are mighty.
White wave crests roll up the sky full of mist and hit one in the face.
The beach teems with conches and shells, the sand is soft, leaving a footprint with each step.
Chale Cheney’s little hands are sliding across Sylvan Cheney’s phone.
Sylvan sits on the couch in the Cheney Residence, gazing at the laptop screen, his expression is aloof.
His slender fingers occasionally striking the keys, his incisive eyes hold a surging light.
Now and then, Chale propped his head up, lay belly down on the chair, or looked at Sylvan.
The little fellow was wearing a clean white sweater, his serious expression was very similar to Sylvan’s.
Every gaze, every move, it is as if they were cut from the same mold.
Chale strains his neck to look at Sylvan’s WeChat.
Jasy is at a blue seaside, wearing a beautiful dress, the skirt fluttering, it’s really pretty.
Especially when she smiles.
“Dad, why is Jasy with Uncle Heath?”
“Dad, where is this beach that Jasy’s at? I want to go too.”
“Dad, Jasy cut her hair, I almost couldn’t recognize her, but she looks even prettier now.”
“Dad, doesn’t Jasy want me anymore…”
Sylvan suddenly snatched the phone away.
Chale jumped to grab it back, but he was no match for Sylvan, he didn’t get it.
He could only glance at Sylvan with resentment, puffing up his mouth in dissatisfaction.
“So annoying.” Chale muttered quietly.
Sylvan put away the phone, walked back to the couch and continued reading the screen.
Shyly, Chale gave Sylvan a glance, hoisted his short legs to run over, jumped on the couch, and burrowed into Sylvan’s arms.
Sylvan’s brow knitted, he looked at him with an unreadable expression.
“Dad, quit working and chat with me.”
“Go find Butler Santana.”
“No…I have no common topics with Santana.”
“I have no common topics with you either.”
“What kind of father dislikes his son so much…” Chale hung his head.
However, his hands didn’t let go, still circling Sylvan’s neck.
Chale nudged his head back and forth in Sylvan’s chest.
Sylvan’s brows knotted, “Get down.”
“Answer my question, and I’ll come down.”
“Negotiating conditions with me?”
“No…” Chale innocently shook his head, “Am I not allowed to ask questions?”
“Did Jasy abandon us? Is she together with Uncle Heath now? Will they have a baby?” Chale wanted to know the answer very much.
He was very keen to know.
“Don’t know.” Sylvan’s face was composed, showing no sign of any emotions.
Chale was unhappy, jumped down from the couch unwillingly.
“Elder Cheney, you’re utterly useless!” He shouted in disappointment.
“…” Sylvan gave him a hard stare.
He’s developed some nerve.
Chale feared Sylvan’s gaze the most, he immediately ran away, all the way out to the courtyard.
He went to the side court to see his pet fox.
Speaking of which, this little fox was a gift from Uncle Heath.
The little fox is very cute, but when he thinks of Uncle Heath whisking Jasy away, he finds the little fox not so cute.
In the final analysis, Elder Cheney was absolutely incompetent.
Chale squatted in front of the cage, playing with his little fox.
Riceball came trotting over, circling around Chale.
“Young master, would you like to feed Ali?” Tomer came over, his hands holding food..