"What's the time now, and that boy hasn't come back yet? I think the little rascal isn't planning to come back at all! He is driving me crazy! I am mad!"
Inside the second-floor study, Old Master Song paced back and forth, occasionally glancing out of the window. As the time got later and later, his face grew increasingly grim.
"Dad, don't panic, he should be here soon. Didn't you see me calling him? Tianmo said he would come back, and he definitely will. It takes quite a bit of time to drive back from the city. With snow falling on the road, he can't drive too quickly; it's risky," Song Zi Jian tried to soothe his father while subtly putting a good word for his own son.
It was almost midnight. If Tianmo didn't come back soon, the old man would really lose it. Song Zi Jian thought to himself, considering making up an excuse to step out and give Song Tianmo another call, when he noticed a car speeding into the villa.
It was Song Tianmo's frequently driven Maybach.