Old Mr. Han hadn't spoken much since he returned, sitting on the sofa engrossed in his newspaper. His expression remained calm and collected, making it difficult to discern his emotions.
Even after so many years, Han Zaijing couldn't quite figure out Old Mr. Han. He only knew that while his presence might not be strong, no one could ever overlook him.
As a father, he naturally commanded a sense of respect and reverence.
"Zaijing, where's Xinxin?" Old Mrs. Han felt puzzled. Wen Xin, usually so lively, was not home this late.
"Don't know where she's gone off to for fun, she's not back yet," Han Zaijing replied casually, betraying no emotion.
"How's Luoxi these days?"
"Doing well, studying abroad with good grades. She often talks about you two on the phone." When Han Zaijing mentioned Han Luoxi, a gentle warmth spread across his otherwise reserved demeanor, his eyes sparkling with pride.
