732 A Lame Joke

Tang Jing sat upright in front of her father, who was sitting behind a large office desk. He wore reading glasses to carefully read through the new draft that his daughter just handed in. He had been reading the 3,000-word manuscript for a full 15 minutes and showed no signs of putting it down. It was very quiet in the editor-in-chief's office.

It was a long time before Tang Yuanan took off his reading glasses and massaged the inner corners of his eyes. He said, "Xiao Jing, I'm going to retire in a few years."

"I know, Papa," Tang Jing said. "You can put the blame on me if there's any problem."

Tang Yuanan put down his hands and glared at his daughter. "Nonsense! How could your own father be such a person?"

Tang Jing did not speak. She continued to look at her father, the president and editor-in-chief of the sports newspaper with the widest circulation in China.