"What are you thinking about all alone here?" Chen Cheng stood beside him.
Zhang Qiming sighed, drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and did not answer.
Chen Cheng knew the reason for his worry and said, "Zhang Yang will be back soon."
"Can my son really come back?" Zhang Qiming asked eagerly.
Chen Cheng gave him a reassuring look, "I've already arranged everything, and all the procedures are done. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be back by the end of the month."
He paused and added, "He'll enter through Shanghai, and someone will directly bring him to Beijing."
Hearing the definite response, Zhang Qiming's hands trembled with excitement, his lips moved several times, but he couldn't speak for a moment, his eyes gradually moistening.
The whole predicament began because of Zhang Yang, and now with Chen Cheng's help, Zhang Qiming could welcome his son back, finally putting his heart at ease.
