Li Qiang was a little excited. He didn't know why he was excited. Perhaps he was excited for Jian Changsheng.
He quickly reached out and pulled Jian Changsheng's arm, who was staring at Wang Yunmei in a daze. "Changsheng, that young man beside Meizi is your son!"
Jian Changsheng froze. Then, he looked from Wang Yunmei to Jian Yu.
He was almost 1.83 meters tall. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and fair skin. When he smiled, he was as warm and dazzling as the sun.
Jian Changsheng looked at him and his eyes turned red. In his memory, Jian Yu was still a three-year-old boy who had just learned how to talk. Now that fifteen years had passed, he had grown so tall.
Li Qiang was right. This child was very similar to him when he was young.
Jian Changsheng came back to his senses and was about to open the car door to get out when Li Qiang grabbed his arm.
Jian Changsheng turned around and looked puzzled.
