บท 1009: Based on my Calculations, Uncle, you’re about to Face a Bloody Calamity in the Near Future.

Qiao Qing was flustered and quickly tried to button her shirt back up. The other person in the room, however, stopped her. 

Jun Yexuan had a lump in his throat as he spoke in a hoarse voice, "Let me help you."

...

Three years later. 

Capital Country.

Capital City. 

At the airport. 

Mu Jinghang had just gotten off his flight and exited the VIP tunnel when he bumped into a young boy. 

He quickly knelt down to help, "Hey, little guy, are you… O…"

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Behind him, his assistant Qin Liang was confused. He's never met Sang Wu and had no idea why the president was so shocked.

"President? What's wrong? What's wrong with the kid?"

Mu Jinghang didn't seem to have heard him and continued to stare at the boy. His eyes were now damp.

They looked so much alike.

The boy in front of him was basically Sang Wu's clone with masculine features.