This indeed was a very pretty child, with delicate features, skin like milk, and round cheeks, a pair of big, black eyes that fluttered like the wings of a butterfly—utterly adorable.
At a glance, the shape of his face really didn't resemble that person much, but once you took a closer look at his brows and eyes, you would find something strikingly similar to that person. It was his impatience when he slightly furrowed his brows and the natural air of nobility and solemnity that flowed from his dark pupils, something not just any child could imitate.
Oh my God!
Could this be real?
Ji Chengzhi's mind suddenly burst with a crazy idea, and with that thought, his hand almost shook, nearly dropping the milk bottle brush and the bottle of milk onto the floor.
This was too absurd, how could it be possible?
His mind churned like tumultuous waves in an instant...
