Song Tan's home was bustling with activity, and Brother Xiaozhang's car was almost smoking, confidently hauling express deliveries back and forth every day.
Meanwhile, in the peaceful neighborhood of Imperial City, Old Zu gleefully placed the 10 cigarettes he'd just rolled into his specially bought cigarette case, tucked it into his pocket with excitement, and prepared to step out, hands clasped behind his back.
Just then, his phone rang.
His incredibly busy son was calling: "Dad, how have you been lately? I happen to have the day off today, so I thought I'd come over to see you."
Old Zu wasn't too pleased—his son was so inconsiderate, resting whenever he wanted and busying himself with his own things, while he had been planning to boast to his old buddies!
So he grunted, "Where have you been?"
If he hadn't left yet, better not come.
However, the person on the other end just laughed: "Dad, I'm at the foot of the mountain."
Old Zu: ...
