Deep dark eyes, firmly locked on the little buddy in front of him, as if they were cut from the same mold.
Even with a calm face, his hands hanging by his side, unconsciously clenched, betrayed his nervousness.
For the first time, he felt nervous facing such a small child...
"You're the Big Treasure?" Seeing the little buddy just pursing his mouth and not speaking, Chester Yale's eyes flickered, and he immediately asked again.
His figure slightly shifted; his slender legs lazily crossed together.
Looking at the little one in front of him, he never thought that he had once been so close to his own son but had known nothing about it.
He couldn't understand why looking into the eyes of a strange child, he had a strong sense of familiarity.
Not until this moment, looking into his delicate eyes, did he finally understand.
His son, who bore such a striking resemblance to him...
