Edited by Aelryinth
"Alright, mom. I'll book the tickets right away. If there is a suitable flight, perhaps we might even make it in time for dinner at great-aunt's place."
Zhang Che knew his mother would be impatient.
It was understandable if you thought about it. Other than himself, she was Sun Lan's only relative in the world, and it was the kind that had been separated for decades, not knowing if the other was still alive. Having suddenly obtained contact, how could she remain calm and not want to meet the other immediately?
"Xiaoche, you silly boy. It's already afternoon. How can we still make it in time for dinner at your great-aunt's?" Sun Lan couldn't help, but find it strange. There were over ten thousand kilometers between Bei Du and Tian Xing. Even if they set off right away, it would be midnight by the time they reached there. How could they still make it in time for dinner?