Tang Liang entered the room and saw his father wiping a tear from his eyes. He was a bit startled. In all his years, he had never seen him as vulnerable as he was right now. He never imagined an iron man like him could break down. He knitted his brows as he walked closer.
Tang Peng heard the footsteps and looked sideways to see his son, whom he was proud of. He smiled and nodded. "My son, you're here. Sorry you have to see your old man like this." He sighed and coughed. "How have you been?"
Tang Liang nodded. "I've been good."
"How about your wife and children?"
Tang Liang shook his head. "They're good. They're good." He said, avoiding eye contact.
There was a moment of silence as Tang Peng looked down at his hands, fiddling with them. He seemed to be struggling with something. Then, he spoke, breaking the silence.