"You've been waiting long, haven't you? Sorry to trouble you, Uncle Zheng." Xue Yue and the others had originally planned on staying at a hotel, but Zheng Guofeng was so considerate that he had been waiting outside the train station since early in the morning.
"No trouble at all," Zheng Guofeng said with a wave. "I don't sleep well anyway, so I'm used to waking up early. What's more, knowing you all were coming has kept me in high spirits for days."
By now, Zhang Qian had figured it out. This was Xue Xingzhou's biological father—her father-in-law. A sudden wave of nervousness made her palms begin to sweat. 'Oh god, I basically stumbled off the train half-asleep. Is my hair a mess? Do I have sleep in my eyes?' She wanted to reach up and check, but both her hands were full. Zhang Qian could have died of embarrassment.
Zheng Guofeng noticed Zhang Qian and turned to Xue Xingzhou. "This is your wife, isn't it?"
