Jasmine Yale's eyes gleamed with a radiant light, carrying sincerity and warmth.
"Ridiculous!" Sylvan Cheney couldn't help but shout at her.
"Why don't you answer me..."
"Asking such a question, don't you think you're being an idiot? Hmm? With my capabilities, I would end up on the streets?"
"I'm just making a hypothetical statement, you... really!" Jasmine fumed, glaring at Sylvan Cheney.
"There's no such hypothetical."
"So you're saying, no matter what, you'll never be swayed by others, you have the ability to make a good life for yourself, right? President, there are some things that shouldn't be said so early."
"Stick with me, I won't let you suffer. As long as I have a bite to eat, you won't go hungry!" Sylvan Cheney's eyes flashed with anger at her worries about all sorts of nonsensical problems.
