Sylvan Cheney glanced at her helplessly, stood up, and walked towards her with his long legs.
Jasmine Yale took the A4 paper from his hand.
She skimmed it briefly; the words and events weren't unfamiliar to her, mostly about bad character and being kept by someone.
"I already know, I thought it was something new." Jasmine casually returned the paper to Sylvan Cheney, "Not interesting."
Sylvan Cheney crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it into the trash bin.
"I've finished most of my work, let's go, I'll take you home." Sylvan Cheney took his suit jacket from the hanger and shut off the computer.
"Okay!" Jasmine Yale obediently stood up, put away her phone, and shouldered her bag.
Jasmine Yale and Sylvan Cheney walked side by side, after Sylvan put on his suit jacket, he reached out to her: "Give me the bag, I'll carry it for you."
Jasmine Yale was genuinely taken aback, her big, bright eyes sparkling.
"What are you stunned for?" Sylvan Cheney frowned slightly.
