"Will it cause any bad influence?"
It's not surprising for Mr. Zhang to say this.
You should know that over the years, he has thought about calling his eldest son, but when he inquired at the post office, it was exorbitantly expensive!
Scared, he immediately turned around and left. Even if he had the money, he wouldn't waste it like that.
He knew that the phone at Brother Zhou's house didn't charge for outgoing calls, but it had to be for official matters. Calling long-distance for personal matters...
Wouldn't he get scolded?
"Xiao Wu knows what he's doing, don't worry. Come, you and the old sister-in-law have a cup of hot water first; he'll be out soon and the call should come in shortly."
Hearing this, Mr. Zhang felt relieved, but he couldn't focus on whether to drink water; he rubbed his hands and moved close to the phone, staring intently at the receiver.
This thing, he knew how to use it in Beijing. He never imagined he'd one day hear his eldest son's voice from it...
