Even the most unruly prodigal son will always hold his parents close to his heart. No matter how desperate his situation when he is away from home, he will put on a brave face to keep them from worrying. This is human nature. It is the innate essence of a man, deep in his very bones.
Despite Li Qiuzhe's carefree and seemingly thoughtless demeanor, his first thought upon waking was of his parents. He thought of the two people who had weathered countless hardships, the ones he had secretly sworn to give a life of peace and happiness in their later years.
After calling out and receiving no answer, he froze. Then, his expression changed dramatically. "Old Four, did something happen? How are my mom and dad?" he asked, his voice panicked and rushed as he grasped Qin Fan's arms. At that moment, he was on the verge of tears.
"They're in the lounge, sleeping," Qin Fan said, looking Li Qiuzhe straight in the eye and taking a breath. "Don't worry, they're fine."
