Yang Yi's words had given Mike a new perspective on him.
Mike examined Yang Yi from head to toe for a long time before nodding and saying in a low voice, "Similar, very similar."
"Similar to what? Like what?"
"Like your father."
Uncontrollably, Yang Yi touched his own face. Of course, he remembered what his father looked like, but he did not think he bore a strong resemblance to his father.
"You don't look like your father, but your character is very much like his."
Mike sighed with a sense of sentimentality and said, "Your father was an extremely confident man, and so are you. Both of you have an incomprehensible confidence in the most elusive things in this world."
Yang Yi stood up and then asked Mike in a low voice, "Can you tell me about him?"
Yang Yi was familiar with his father, but he knew that was just another side of his father, one only revealed to his family. As for what his father was like as an intelligence broker, Yang Yi truly had no idea.