Cheryl bent down and looked at Chance with a serious face. Her voice was gentle and soft.

“Chance, I’ll see you next time…”

Chance raised his eyes and waved his hand.

He had basic politeness.

Cheryl turned around and left happily.

Yasmin held Chance's hand gently and smiled gracefully.

“Young Master, shall we go home?”

She carefully took Chance’s schoolbag and took his hand, leading him into the car.

The driver saw that Yasmin was so thoughtful and considerate and felt happy for Chance.