"Where's the sound of a crying child?" Jasmine Yale looked around. Other than a few couples, there were no children at all, let alone the sound of crying.
On the other end, a gentle laugh: "Seems it's not at the hospital."
Jasmine realized she had been tricked: "Sylvan Cheney!"
"Let me guess where you are." Sylvan stood at the window, eyebrows relaxed, showing a pleasingly gentle face, his mood seemingly exceptional, "Park? Residential area? Maternity store?"
"Stop guessing, you think you're so clever."
"It's not thinking, I am naturally clever."
"..." Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Then take your time guessing."
After speaking, she hung up the phone.
She still had a lot of things to buy.
She planned to buy some groceries to bring home, so Butler Santana wouldn't need to come out again.
She patiently pushed the cart, carefully searching the shelves for what she wanted.
Before long, the cart was piled high with things.
