Chapter 371: How Did I End Up With a Foolish Son

When Sylvan Cheney returned to the Cheney Residence, Chale Cheney had not gone to bed yet.

The little guy was sitting alone on the bed, silently playing with building blocks.

Next to the blocks was that string of dimly green jade bead bracelet.

As soon as the door opened, Chale Cheney jumped off the bed, his big eyes staring at him: "Dad."

"You're still not asleep? Hmm?"

Sylvan Cheney walked over, bent down, his warm large hand stroking his fluffy head.

It was already past ten in the evening.

"I can't sleep, Dad, I miss Jasy..."

Chale Cheney looked up at Sylvan Cheney, his grape-like eyes filled with anticipation and moist fog.

"What do you miss about her?" Sylvan's tone was dull.

"I just miss her. How would a baby know why?" Chale Cheney wrapped his arm around Sylvan Cheney's, "Dad, Jasy hasn't come to see me for many days. I think Jasy doesn't like me anymore."

Jasmine Yale ignored him; he always thought he had upset her.

However, he didn't know what he had done wrong.