"President Jing…" Zhao Lin said awkwardly.
"You're Jing Chen?" Jing Yu looked at the tall back view in front of him. His palm that was holding Zhao Lin's hand started to sweat and he started to feel nervous.
He had always wanted to see his father, but when he really saw him, he could not help but feel nervous.
Jing Chen was stunned when he heard the child's voice. He then turned around to look at Zhao Lin and the little Jing Yu beside him.
When he saw Jing Yu's face clearly, Jing Chen revealed the same expression as when Zhao Lin first saw Jing Yu. He was shocked and in disbelief.
The child in front of him was too similar to when he was young. It was as if he was a replica!
Jing Chen's head was buzzing. Before he could think, he had already rushed in front of Jing Yu. He squatted down, grabbed Jing Yu's arms, and asked anxiously, "Little kid, what's your name? How old are you this year? Who's your mother?"
