After learning of Mr. Cheng Tianhua's whereabouts, Qian Dadan didn't sleep all night.
Although he wanted to take a plane to Britain right away to visit his old friend, who he'd spiritually communicated with for so long, his son and grandson managed to persuade him otherwise.
'Red-eye flights aren't safe.'
'If something happened to you, how would we depend on you in our old age?'
So, Qian Dadan could only suppress his excitement, waiting until dawn, and then, ignoring everything else, bought a plane ticket to Britain and flew there with his grandson.
On the plane, he looked at Qian Xiaohao beside him, who kept yawning, and said discontentedly, 'A good day starts in the morning. How can you do your job well if you're this sleepy at this time?'
'My job is to sleep in bed,' said Qian Xiaohao helplessly.