"That's not quite it." The other party laughed exaggeratedly, "But our fathers are old friends with your parents."
"So it all comes back to being acquaintances?" Bo Zhi could hardly describe this feeling, it was so damned frustrating.
His friend laughed cheerily, "It doesn't count, it's just that our fathers know each other, he grew up abroad, and isn't familiar with you."
Bo Zhi said, "The way you're putting it makes it sound like I really want to get to know him."
His friend said, "That's not what I mean, don't let your imagination run wild.
So, his identity and such, should I send a copy to your inbox?"
"Sure, send it now, I'm on my way back to the research institute."
"Alright."
...
When the info landed in his inbox and Bo Zhi saw it, the memories flooded back.
Back then, a guest group joined halfway through a parenting show, a foreign dad with his mixed-race son.
The son's name was Herman, with a Chinese name Yan Yi.
