"Son, Happy New Year!"
Early in the morning, Su Ping groggily answered the phone, and Su Anyong's voice came through from the other end.
"Mhm, happy."
Su Ping muttered a half-asleep reply.
"Your dad is wishing you New Year's greetings! Get up quickly!"
On the other end of the phone, Su Anyong's voice suddenly erupted.
It completely dispelled Su Ping's muddled sleepiness.
"You little brat! I've been waiting all morning for you to wish me a Happy New Year, and you make *me* call *you* instead?"
Su Ping, somewhat dissatisfied, yawned and then replied, "Su Anyong, I know you feel bad because you can't come back for New Year's this year. But a couple of things: first, New Year's greetings don't start until after New Year's Eve. That means tomorrow, the first day of the New Year, and the days that follow. Secondly, I'm not blaming you for not being able to come back this year. Can't you let me get some proper sleep?"
