After breakfast, the father and son left the house together and drove to the hospital.
Han Luofan drove and Han Bing sat on the side. On the way to the hospital, Han Luofan tried to find some easy topics to talk to Han Bing about.
He looked sideways at his father and suddenly said, "When I was young, I thought you were especially tall."
Han Bing tilted his head and looked at him. He said rationally, "Because you're short. You had to look up at me."
"Yes." Han Luofan smiled and said, "I'm taller than you now."
Han Bing snorted and said, "That's because your genes are good."
"Of course."
The morning traffic was busy. Those who were at work and going to school rushed over together. There were countless cars on the road. When they met a red light, all the cars stopped. Han Luofan and others were still one or two hundred meters away from the traffic light intersection. Han Luofan said, "It's quite jammed."
Han Bing nodded.
