Meng Yunhan said with a smile, "Dad, I'm fine; your daughter's doing great. There's nothing wrong at all."
Seeing his daughter's voice unchanged and her face smiling, Old Zhao finally felt at ease.
"As long as you're fine, that's all I care about. Dad is relieved now," he said. He had indeed been scared out of his wits at the time.
Now, seeing his daughter safe and sound before him.
He was reassured, thoroughly reassured.
Meng Yunhan said with an apologetic tone, "Dad, I'm sorry for worrying you."
"Dad, Hanhan, let's go inside to talk; it's cold out here." The weather in the United States was quite different from that in Kyoto. Yun Hao was worried his wife might catch a chill, suggesting they move the conversation indoors where it was definitely warmer than outside.
"Alright, let's talk inside, inside. I've just sent Little Huzi off to school." Old Zhao was aware of the cold as well.
Meng Yunhan had forgotten what day of the week it was.