During this time, Sylvan Cheney’s phone rang many times.

But he didn’t answer any of them, just stood there.

Jasmine Yale frowned, annoyed by the noise, and rose, planning to change her spot.

Before she could get up, the little girl who had taken her kite came running with tears streaming: "Sister..."

Jasmine quickly pulled her over: "What happened? Why are you crying? Did your brother take your kite again?"

"No..." The little girl’s eyes were red from crying, "My brother’s kite is flying so high, but mine just won’t take off!"

Jasmine looked over, sure enough, the little brother’s kite was flying high, and the boy was playing proudly and happily.

Jasmine was at a loss, she couldn’t help the little girl fly her kite.

Besides, she hadn’t really flown a kite much herself; if she failed to get it up, it would be too embarrassing.

"Sister, sister, what should I do? My kite won’t fly high, my brother is going to laugh at me... Boohoo..." The little girl cried so sadly, clutching the butterfly kite, and sobbing like a porcelain doll.

Her big eyes were all red, with tear stains on her face, her cheeks puffed out as if she was both upset and angry, feeling so wronged.

Jasmine held her small arm, glanced at Sylvan Cheney: "Why don’t you ask this uncle to help you fly the kite?"

The little girl shook her head: "Scary and fierce."

Jasmine: "..."

Sylvan Cheney’s face fell, squatting down directly in front of the little girl.

He raised his hand and tugged at the girl’s pigtail: "Who did you say is scary and fierce? Hmm?"

"Hey!" Jasmine was exasperated, does Sylvan Cheney have no shame, arguing with a child, and a little girl at that.

The little girl was startled and stepped back two steps, glaring at Sylvan Cheney, pretending to look very fierce: "Strange Ancle! Scary and fierce! Nobody likes you!"

"Say that again!" Sylvan squatted down and stared at the little girl.

"Strange Ancle! Scary and fierce! Nobody likes you! Strange Ancle! Scary and fierce! Nobody likes you! Strange Ancle! Scary and fierce! Nobody likes you!" The little girl jumped around, "I can say it three times!"

Sylvan Cheney was so angry his lungs hurt.

He suddenly stepped forward, lifted the little girl from the ground, and holding her walked toward the lawn!

"Boohoo, the bad guy is going to hit the baby, sister, help... boohoo..." The little girl clung to the kite, wriggling uneasily in Sylvan’s arms, her two pigtails swaying left and right.

Jasmine was speechless and looked to the sky.

Sylvan Cheney held the little girl in his arms, and his posture was quite adept.

The little girl initially struggled a bit, afraid of falling, she hugged Sylvan’s neck, still muttering: "Strange Ancle, Big Baddy."

Once they reached the open area of the lawn, Sylvan set her down, and tidied her messy little dress.

He squatted down, took the kite from the girl’s hand, studied it carefully, then stood up and sent the butterfly kite flying into the sky. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Under the sunlight, the kite flew higher and higher.

The little girl was initially upset, but soon transformed into admiration, looking up at her kite, happily jumping and laughing, clapping her hands!

"The kite is so high, my kite flies the highest!"

The little girl closely followed Sylvan Cheney, not leaving his side.

She initially called him "Bad Ancle," but quickly shifted to "Big Brother."

"Big Brother is amazing, Big Brother is handsome."

The golden sunlight cast a gentle hue on Sylvan’s face, the autumn breeze softening his sharp edges and taut jawline.