After hearing Zheng Zihao's words, Cheng Feiyue's expression softened a little, but he still remained wary.
Zheng Zihao didn't take it to heart; he was no different, having tested the waters for so long.
"I am here on behalf of your son, Cheng Shaolin, to deliver a message to you."
Upon hearing this, Cheng Feiyue was stunned.
"What? You mean?"
Seeing that this wasn't the place to talk, Zheng Zihao pulled Cheng Feiyue to a secluded corner, where it was sheltered from the wind and suitable for whispering to each other.
Before he could even steady himself, Cheng Feiyue asked impatiently, "You mean my son?"
Zhang Zihao nodded, then looked outside and, seeing no one, whispered, "Hmm, is your son named Cheng Shaolin, and he's going to Mingcheng to find someone?"
Cheng Feiyue was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, that's right, he went to Mingcheng to find someone. You met him? How is he? Where is he now?"
Faced with a barrage of questions, Zheng Zihao didn't know which one to answer.
Seeing Cheng Feiyue's anxious gaze, Zhang Zihao knew he was worried. After so long in the apocalypse, who wouldn't worry about their loved ones, especially their own son?
He held Cheng Feiyue's arms and looked into Cheng Feiyue's eyes, saying, "Don't worry, he's fine. He asked me to bring you a message to tell you not to worry about him. He's found the person he's looking for, but he can't return to the capital right now. He wants you to rest assured that he will come back."
Cheng Feiyue's eyes were filled with tears. Although it is said that a man does not easily shed tears, that was because the time had not come yet.
Now that he finally knows about his son, he can no longer control himself.
After all this time, there's finally some news.
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