C511 A Spark of Fire will Burn the Wood

I just stood there and stared blankly at the child in Tang Yuchen's arms. He looked exactly like the waiter, as if he was carved from the same mold. No one would believe that the two of them were not twins.

"I..."

I couldn't say it. Looking at the face that looked exactly like the waiter gave me a very familiar feeling of intimacy, but I don't remember anything about this child