If Uncle Meng Liangcheng and father were such close friends, he should have proactively informed father of the hotel he was staying at instead of letting father find out for himself, right?
Looking at his father's still robust figure, now marked with signs of aging, his emotions were complex as he followed him into the elevator. A lifetime spent in the cutthroat world of business, and yet in his later years, he refused to let go. Was it a fortune or a misfortune?
As the elevator door closed, the one next to it opened with a "ding," and out walked Meng Tianfan in a T-shirt and jeans, Fox trailing behind.
"Daddy, do you really have to rush back to America tonight? Your daughter will miss you..." Meng Tianfan whined with a playful pout, showing a hint of girlish coyness only in front of her father.
Fox patted her hand and said teasingly, "If you'll miss me so much, then come back to America with daddy. You've been here for a year, and it's time to wrap things up."
