Shen Fu's gaze was fixed intently on the boy.
But the more he looked, the more he felt the resemblance, even vaguely seeing a hint of Bu Chan's shadow.
"Could it really be my senior brother's..."
With a thought, Shen Fu suddenly spoke up, addressing the boy who was looking for a place to hide:
"Umm... your name is Wang Yi'an, isn't it?"
The boy, who was busy finding a place, couldn't help but turn his head to look at Shen Fu, his face somewhat blank, but a trace of wariness soon rose:
"What do you want?"
A smile squeezed itself onto Shen Fu's otherwise indifferent face.
This vigilant look that was on guard against everything and could turn cautious at any moment was all too familiar the more he observed.
By this moment, he was seventy to eighty percent sure.
Although it was astonishing to encounter the child of an old acquaintance from such a great distance,
his overwhelmingly strong Spiritual Sense wasn't deceiving him.
