The sunlight danced across Tang Liang's face as he spoke. "I may be a businessman, but before that, I am your father. And if I have faltered in showing you this, then it is my greatest regret."
As the car came to a stop at a red light, the two men shared a moment of silence.
Tang Zheng's gaze lingered on the glass, his father's earnest reflection staring back at him. A soft exhale escaped his lips. "Thanks," he murmured, the word feeling foreign yet necessary.
Tang Liang shifted uncomfortably, the silence between them stretching thin. "So, are you coming back to the house?"
"Do you really want to hear my response?" Tang Zheng replied.