Chapter 1072: Holding a Woman in Public

Sylvan Cheney saw that she was very angry and was quite puzzled, "Why are you angry."

"Forget it."

Jasmine Yale felt that it was impossible to explain the concept of "money" to someone like him, a wealthy young master.

So, Jasmine had no choice but to lean reluctantly against the railing, sipping on her milk tea, and winding the balloon string around her ring finger.

As for the roses, she really had no hands to hold them, so she gave them to Sylvan Cheney.

Jasmine's heart ached terribly.

She had only promised to take care of him while he was drunk, but how could she support someone so wasteful? Could she afford it? Could she?

Forget it, he had given her a cup during the day, forget it, forget it.

Not angry anymore.

Really not angry anymore.

Half an hour later, the fireworks show began.

Bunches and bunches of fireworks were set off, rising into the sky, and suddenly, a myriad of colorful flowers bloomed in the pitch-black night sky.