"Qin, kid, I thought something had happened to you on Changbai Mountain, not even a single call back."
The moment the phone connected, Sun Pinghui's voice came through, full of complaints.
At these words, several lines of frustration instantly appeared on Qin Han's forehead as he said irritably, "Can't you wish me something good?"
"With your phone out of reach, and that godforsaken place being so dangerous, it's only natural for me to worry," Sun Pinghui said with conviction.
Qin Han rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Get to the point."
"You young people have no respect for the elderly these days, always talking to me in such a dismissive manner," perhaps it was his age that led Sun Pinghui into nagging mode.
Qin Han placed the phone on the table and leisurely sipped his tea, letting Sun Pinghui continue his rambling on the other end.
About ten minutes later, Sun Pinghui's voice came through the phone, "Hello, hello, Qin kid, are you still there?"
