Because she cried so easily, he had no choice but to use things like this to coax her.
Eating the cotton candy in her hand, Jasmine Yale wandered aimlessly through the streets.
Halfway through eating the cotton candy, suddenly, Butler Santana called: "Miss Yale, Little Clementine is missing. Just at the Chinatown exit, I said a couple of words to the taxi driver, and when I turned my head, the stroller was gone!"
"Clang," the cotton candy in Jasmine Yale's hand fell to the ground!
Her face turned pale, and her mind went blank: "Did you search? Did you call the police? Where are you now?"
"I'm searching. I'm here at the south gate exit, there are so many people, too many people." On the other end, Butler Santana's voice was anxious, sweating profusely, "I haven't called the police yet."
"Why didn't you call the police? There are so many people here, and today's the Lantern Festival. Without the police, how can we find Little Clementine!"
