[Yang Menghuo POV]
Alexander Priest grinned at Menghuo and said, "It's been a while, Xiao Meng."
Yang Menghuo smiled at Alexander Priest and nodded, "It's been a while, Alex-Ge."
Mr. Yang Zhuhuo watched his son with his leisure gait walking towards them and sat beside Alex. They hugged each other and did their weird, boyish high five sequences, probably something that was well kept as a tradition between them. They only had one year age gap, with Menghuo at twenty five and Alex at twenty six.
Yang Zhuhuo couldn't help but sigh upon watching this. He had a real son that he treasured a lot but was not close to him at all. Because Yang Menghou had been raised since he was six until he was eleven years old by his grandma, Yang Zhuhuo's mother, the late Grandma Yang.
