While idly sitting around, Zhang Yang took out his phone and casually scrolled through it.
"Huh?"
It had been a long time since he had gone back, and he discovered that his parents had actually gone traveling recently.
Fair enough—work never truly ended.
Their restaurant barely required much effort anymore. With business booming, they only needed to replicate the model one establishment after another, then train a few trustworthy people to manage them.
The two of them could sit back without a worry and be hands-off owners.
In his father's social media posts, the couple looked radiant and carried themselves with great poise. They did not look their age at all, more like people in their early forties.
Zhang Zhaohai was still in his prime, while Song Wenqin had grown increasingly graceful and elegant.
Money really did nurture people.
He made a call, and the other side picked up instantly.
"Hello, son. What is it?" Zhang Zhaohai asked hurriedly.
The two little assistants beside Zhang Yang immediately held their breath.
Their boss was calling his father—how could they dare make a sound?
"Dad, what are you up to?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.
"Climbing a mountain with your mom. We're almost at the summit..." Zhang Zhaohai laughed. "I've realized just how important health is. No matter how much money you have, it can't compare to a healthy body. Your dad has resolved to lose weight until I reach the standard range by the end of the year."
You could not buy being slim in old age with all the money in the world.
Zhang Yang was naturally happy that his father had come to this realization.
Previously, although his father had been strong and in great shape—and had been conditioned with a tiny bit of the pseudo Lesser Returning