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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

nHe gave a forlorn cry. He was about to protest when he saw Yun Tianyou tensing as he locked his gaze on to something in the distance.

nHe followed suit and was equally alarmed by what he saw.

nThere was a loud commotion at the center of the hall.

nIn the crowd, Mu Yazhe could be seen holding Little Yichen as he walked toward the seat of honor.

nThe man was straight-backed and lean. He had a handsome, chiseled face, a pair of penetrating eyes, which was currently scanning the hall, and a high nose bridge. These attributes, coupled with his aloofness and coldness, which would only disappear when he looked at his son, accentuated his nobility.

nWith soft hair, beautiful suit, and haughty look, Little Yichen was a small aristocrat in his father’s arms.

nThe father and son were indeed cast in the same mold with their similar look and expression.

nCamera flashes fired rapidly the moment the duo appeared at the venue, causing the hall to become as bright as daylight.

nMu Yazhe hardly appeared in the news except in high-end financial publications. Little Yichen was even more seldom seen. Not one of his pictures had made it to any media outlets before.

nThe Mu family, or more appropriately, the Mu Group, held great influence not just in the capital but also across Asia.

nThis family had always been secretive, and the reason why this gala was so different from those held in the past was that Mu Yazhe, as Mu Group’s heir, would officially be appearing before the media for the first time.

nMu Wanrou, who was also dressed for the occasion, proudly walked beside him and clung on to his arm in a silent declaration of power.

nAs the future mistress of the Mu Group, she was hated and envied by many socialites and elites. Once she married into the Mu family, she would be entitled to a lifetime of fame and fortune.

nThe nearby Lu Jingtian was loathingly watching the scene. She was green with envy and clenched her fists in sheer frustration.

nThis scene also stung Yun Tianyou.

nHe flicked a disdainful look at the threesome, especially at the impressive man in the middle.

nThis was his daddy!

nMu Yazhe…

nHis tensed face relaxed a little. From a superficial perspective, he was happy with how his father looked.

nA child would always hold their father in high regard. In a son’s eyes, his father would be steady and strong – irreplaceable by any man.

nPutting aside all the complex emotions he felt toward his father, Mu Yazhe’s kingly presence and charisma had affirmed the image of the imaginary father in his heart.

nThe little lad sneered evilly. “He’s not bad!”

n“Er? What do you mean?” his agent asked in surprise.

nHe held his head proudly before replying, “A man who has me as his offspring is definitely made of good stuff.”

nHis tyranny perfectly resembled his father’s regal haughtiness.

n“Still… Is that child really my brother?” he pondered as he stroked his chin.

n“Agent Li, do you think that kiddo looks like me?” he asked resentfully as he eyed the cold and proud boy sitting on his father’s lap.

n‘That kiddo’? Director Yun, you are a kiddo, too.

nLi Hanlin solemnly studied the two for a while and, with beads of sweat littering his forehead once more, answered, “… You two look alike.”

nIt’s, in fact, very alike!

nThey were twins in the first place; their eyes were especially identical.

nThe only difference was their aura.

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