6:30 in the evening.
Zhao Heng returned to the apartment allocated by the hospital. As soon as he entered, he saw that his parents were already sitting by the dining table waiting for him, with a table full of dishes set.
"Son, wash your hands and eat, today's dishes are all your favorites."
Upon seeing her son return, Zhao's mother immediately spoke with a beaming smile.
Having not seen her son for over a year, she had initially planned to stay for a longer period this time to take care of his daily life.
However, back home, she had heard many stories about those struggling to succeed in North City, like living in basements or renting an upper bunk for 700 yuan.
Fortunately, after visiting, she found that her son was doing quite well, which finally put her mind at ease.
"Okay, Mom."
Zhao Heng nodded, feeling a warm surge in his heart.
Since graduation, he had been working hard in North City for nearly two years. In these two years, he didn't know how he managed to persist.
