"She's several months old, born on New Year's Day," Jasmine Yale said with a happy smile.
"Oh my gosh, you couldn't tell at all. Miss Yale, you look so young, almost like the girl next door. How do you have a daughter already? I always thought you just graduated from college, around twenty years old."
"You're flattering me again. The truth is, my daughter is already six months old."
"It's unbelievable, truly unbelievable," the UT woman exclaimed in amazement.
Jasmine Yale rested her head on her hand, happily chatting, and even showed her photos of Little Clementine.
Just as she held up her phone, Will Caddel walked over again.
"What's so interesting? Let me take a look too." He squinted, with a hint of alcohol on him, seemingly in a good mood.
Jasmine Yale waved her phone: "My daughter."
"Oh, Little Clementine, right? I asked you to show me before, and you wouldn't. Now, now you'll show me?" Will Caddel leaned down.
