Cheng Weiyue glanced at the name on the screen without intention and quickly nodded, "Okay, you go ahead."
In the Zhou Family's old house in Jingcheng, Zhou Bingquan sat on the pearwood bed, his spirit flagging.
He had been clutching the phone in his hand, eagerly bringing it to his ear the moment Zhou Jingwei answered.
"Jingwei..."
Zhou Jingwei listened to Zhou Bingquan's voice and detected something unusual.
He frowned and asked, "How is your health? Why does your voice sound like this?"
"It's nothing. What could be wrong with me?" Zhou Bingquan firmly denied, then coughed and said, "I was looking at the weather forecast; it's going to snow for several more days in the North Suburb. You take care out there by yourself."
Such tender inquiries were rare between father and son. Zhou Jingwei felt momentarily out of his element before falling silent for a moment, then he said, "I know; you should also take care of yourself."