The Cheney and Santos families were not competitors, nor did they have any conflicts of interest, hence the friendship between Sylvan Cheney and Zaiden Santos was very pure.
Sylvan Cheney rubbed his temples, his head throbbing faintly.
So young, what a pity.
Zaiden Santos was even younger than him.
After hanging up the phone, Sylvan Cheney's complexion was clearly not well, his face shrouded in fog.
He composed himself, repressed all the turmoil in his eyes, and then walked from the balcony to the dining room.
As a mature man, he naturally wouldn't let any negativity or displeasure affect Jasmine Yale.
Jasmine Yale was tasting the stir-fried meat he cooked: "The dish you make is really delicious, how do you make it? Teach me next time, will you?"
She was engrossed in eating and did not notice the expression on Sylvan Cheney's face.
"Sure, but there's a tutoring fee."
