During this time, Sylvan Cheney's phone rang many times.
But he didn't answer any of them, just stood there.
Jasmine Yale frowned, annoyed by the noise, and rose, planning to change her spot.
Before she could get up, the little girl who had taken her kite came running with tears streaming: "Sister..."
Jasmine quickly pulled her over: "What happened? Why are you crying? Did your brother take your kite again?"
"No..." The little girl's eyes were red from crying, "My brother's kite is flying so high, but mine just won't take off!"
Jasmine looked over, sure enough, the little brother's kite was flying high, and the boy was playing proudly and happily.
Jasmine was at a loss, she couldn't help the little girl fly her kite.
Besides, she hadn't really flown a kite much herself; if she failed to get it up, it would be too embarrassing.
