Sylvan Cheney's eyes glinted coldly, and with a "bang," he shut the window and drew the curtains.
Downstairs.
Jasmine Yale looked at Yukon Carbon and laughed, "Are you asleep?"
"No, your work efficiency is high, it's a little after ten, neither too early nor too late," Yukon pointed at his watch.
"It's alright, the difficulty wasn't very high, so I finished quickly. Sorry for making you come pick me up so late."
"I won't be in Cakago for many days. These few days, I can come to pick you up and drop you off every day."
"No, no, I can take the subway, and I'm... pretty low-key."
"Afraid of being misunderstood? Then just say I'm your brother." Yukon didn't seem to mind.
Jasmine chuckled awkwardly.
"Get in the car, I'll take you home, there's some night snacks I bought for you in the car, make sure to eat some. I got bored tonight and made some snacks, they're also in the car, take them all home."
Jasmine got into the car and as expected, there was a large handbag.
