Seventeenth floor, in the long corridor.
Zhang Fan was holding his phone, pacing back and forth.
Generally, unless there's something important, he rarely calls Zhang Lingzong. It isn't because of a weak father-son relationship, perhaps it's a characteristic of Hua Country's father-son bond.
"Dad, Mom's anniversary is coming up. Are you coming back?" Zhang Fan spoke.
This year marks the tenth anniversary of his mother's death, and in counting, it's been ten years since the car accident that changed their lives.
"I'll come back early. The construction site isn't busy lately, and the houses aren't selling..." Zhang Lingzong's tone remained steady and low.
"Okay." Zhang Fan nodded.
"Anything else? If not, I'll hang up; calls are quite expensive."
"Dad..."
As Zhang Lingzong was about to hang up, Zhang Fan urgently called out.
"What is it?"
"When I was very young, did you and Mom ever take me out of the province for a trip, like... Xijiang Province..."
