He just wanted to take a close look at Jiang Yang. Reflecting on it now, his heart was filled with pain and guilt. He had seen Jiang Yang many times before but had never truly observed him. All he remembered was a well-behaved little boy who, he heard, had the same issues as Wei Qin when he was young.
Standing at the door and looking closely, he suddenly realized how foolish he had been in the past.
Jiang Yang, sitting on a small stool with his hands propping up his chin, looked exactly like Wei Qin when he was young. The same eyes, the same movements, the same autism...
No wonder Wei Qin liked Jiang Yang so much without knowing the truth; it was the blood ties!
"Minister Wei, are you..." Huo Beijiang wanted to say, are you out of your mind? Why are you speaking so strangely today? But he was sharply glared at by his uncle and swallowed the rest of his words.
