The middle-aged man had his back against the door as he held a pipe in his hand. Even when he heard the door opening, he did not turn around to look and just continued to stare quietly outside the window as he greeted his son in his bassy voice, "You're back!"
His deep and low voice was like ripe, mellow wine.
"Father," called the young man respectfully.
"Did you have a good holiday?"
"Yes. I have a good rest during this rare break."
"Now that your vacation time is over, you should concentrate on your career again."
"Understood."
The chap's cocky arrogance was very much tamed before his father. In front of this man, he maintained a humble and respectful attitude.
Gong Shaoying casually laid his pipe next to the windowsill and turned slowly to look at his son. Despite the signs of age on his handsome face, it retained the chiseled features and well-defined contours, which hinted of his youthful vigor.
