Northeast Zhang Family, Mr. Zhang also received that long-awaited reply letter. He took out a few sheets of letter paper after opening it, "Mother of the children, where's the reading glasses Jiao Jiao bought for me?"
Mother Zhang pulled open the drawer under the brick bed piano and complained, "It's right near you, why are you in such a hurry? What does Xiao Wu say? Nothing's happened over there, right?"
"No, didn't brother Ah Guang mention they might be on a business trip?" Mr. Zhang took the glasses from his wife's hands, "The letter's here too, rest assured."
"What do I have to worry about, my old son is capable."
His wife's words didn't match her feelings, Mr. Zhang felt deeply. He chuckled and said, "You're right, let me read what our old son has said."
The sunset glow reddened the window, and Mother Zhang, lying on the bed, stared wide-eyed at her husband, eager to snatch the letter and have a look herself.
