The night had long fallen.
At Yunjing Platform District, in Room 501 of Building 8, the spacious and bright living room was filled with warmth.
The evening news was playing on the TV, but Tang Jianying and Xu Feng seemed a bit distracted.
"Call him again and ask, when exactly is our son coming back?"
"Why are you rushing?" Xu Feng rolled her eyes at him, "Song is running such a big company in Yan City, he's surely busy every day. Let's not add to his burdens. He said he'd come back today, so he definitely will."
Despite her words, she couldn't resist sending Tang Song a message to inquire.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
[Tang Song: Just finished work, I'll probably be home by eight.]
Xu Feng quickly replied: "No rush, eat something first before you come, stay safe on the road, and wear more as it's cold."
After sending the message, the couple finally felt at ease.
