An Zisheng scrutinized An Zhihang standing before him. His suit and shirt were neat, and he was wearing a wool coat outside that made him look clean and sharp. Apart from a slightly pale complexion, one could hardly tell that he had been in danger. An Zisheng inwardly sighed with relief. Although his son appeared just as he had when he left for Beiyan Continent, An Zisheng could fully imagine what he had gone through this past month.
"It's good that you're back! Good that you're back! Come in quickly!" Kong Shi smiled warmly at her eldest son, feeling like a weight had been lifted from her heart. After more than twenty years of marriage, how could she not notice the subtle worry on her husband's face? Although she didn't know what kind of danger An Zhihang had faced, the mother-son connection was there; she couldn't possibly feel nothing.
