Her eyes sparkled with a somewhat unclear luster, and as she looked at Sylvan Cheney, he also looked at her.
"Mr. Cheney, please come in, it's too cold outside, there's heating inside the house," Butler Santana quickly said.
At the door, a burst of cold wind.
Jasmine Yale was still wearing loose loungewear, her pregnant belly showing. She only glanced at Sylvan Cheney before looking away.
"No, I have urgent matters to attend to," Sylvan Cheney didn't step inside, just handed the milk tea in his hand to Butler Santana, "This is for Jasmine."
"Mr. Cheney, you are really thoughtful, this is Miss Yale's favorite red bean milk tea from a brand she likes very much," Butler Santana was very pleased, not noticing anything amiss, "Mr. Cheney, don't you even have time for a cup of hot tea?"
"It's snowing heavily outside, I have several projects that need urgent handling."
