She stood beside Sylvan Cheney, like a girl relying on a bird, looking up at Sylvan with intimacy, her gaze full of admiration and respect.
"Evan, you heard it all, right?" Her voice was gentle, delicate yet graceful, "I've long told you she's a fox spirit, interested in you, but you didn't believe me. Look, wasn't I right this time? I helped you uncover the true face of a fox spirit, how do you plan to thank me..."
"Evan, I said her approach to you wasn't pure. Look, she wants to take you away from me, and wants you to be a cheap dad."
Jasmine Yale lifted her head to look at Sylvan Cheney.
Only then did she realize that Sylvan Cheney's sharp gaze had been fixed on her, the deep and profound look at the bottom of his eyes was inscrutable.
Well, now it's confirmed, the reputation of being a fox spirit.
