Within the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, Xu Fan looked on, torn between laughter and tears, as Tongtong put down the phone.
Tongtong flashed a mischievously cute smile and, batting her big eyes at Xu Fan, said, "Daddy, Tongtong's got it all sorted for you."
"Sweetheart, you made a decision without even asking your old dad's opinion. Isn't that a bit too hasty?" Xu Fan said, rubbing his head and feeling somewhat headache.
"Oh my!" Tongtong threw down the phone, clambered over with her little body, nestled into Xu Fan's arms, and began coquettishly shaking his arm, "Daddy, didn't you say you're Superman? Mommy won't eat you, and besides, you've got Tongtong here to help you. Don't worry, I'll be cheering you on."
"Erm, you little rascal, I never really understood the meaning of 'digging a pit for your father' before, but now it's becoming clearer and clearer to me," Xu Fan said, shaking his head helplessly.