Zhang Jiren walked towards Tang Lixue absentmindedly. It was too late for him to realize what he'd done as he stood in front of his father.
"I-I…" What should he say? That he was his son and he wasn't dead all this time? Would Tang Lixue believe him?
"Are you my Moyu's classmate?" Tang Lixue asked him with a gentle smile before patting his shoulder. "Well done. Congratulations on your graduation!"
For the first time in his life, Zhang Jiren felt truly happy. Was this what it feels like to be recognized by your own father? Regardless if Tang Lixue knew that he was his son, Zhang Jiren was overwhelmed with a sense of gratitude that he had never felt before. Even Zhang Xianzhe's praises paled in comparison with Tang Lixue's few words.
"T-thank you, Sir." He couldn't believe he was stuttering in front of his father.
