Of Fathers and Sons
"Hello Uncle, nice to meet you! Yes, it's me, Sun Jingwei. Your daughter helped save me from a few tight spots. Please don't scold her," Jingwei said cheerily into the phone.
Next to him, Xue Ning tried to snatch her phone back, but Jingwei purposely held it above his head. She cursed her lack of height under her breath, and then cursed him.
"Bastard, give me back my phone!" Xue Ning complained, stomping on his feet on purpose. Unfortunately, she wasn't wearing her boots, so the damage was minimal. Either that or Jingwei had really tough feet, for he wasn't fazed at all.
"Sorry sir, your daughter is trying to crush my feet, I'll give back her phone." Jingwei said, hurriedly handing over the phone over to Xue Ning's waiting hands. It wasn't Xue Ning's feet that made him give up. Instead, it was the heat of her body, pressed threateningly close against his own. Xue Ning hadn't noticed, because she was too intent on reducing his feet to mincemeat.