Ji Zhicheng smiled at Ji Shi'an with a hint of pride. The young man stood at one meter eighty, possessing the handsome looks of youth combined with a cultured air.
Indeed, Ji Shi'an took after Chen Min considerably.
Once the seed of doubt had been planted in one's heart, it was very difficult to let go.
"It's been a while since I've seen you, son. Your dad has missed you and would like to have a meal together," he said.
Ji Shi'an smiled, "Let's go then. Shall we go to your favorite restaurant?"
"Yes."
Throughout the meal, Ji Zhicheng didn't show any sign of abnormality.
However, when serving the dishes, the waiter's cufflink accidentally brushed past Ji Shi'an's head.
Ji Shi'an frowned, and the waiter immediately apologized in a low voice, "I'm sorry, sir, it wasn't intentional. Are you alright?"
"It's fine, you may go."
"Thank you, sir. Please enjoy your meal."
Afterward, the waiter carefully removed the strand of hair caught on his cufflink and kept it.
