The incident at the airport had opened Mr. and Mrs. Sun's eyes to their son's influence. With just one phone call, he had cleanly resolved the kind of helpless situation that ordinary people often face. If they had any doubts about their son's words before, they were now utterly convinced he was doing very well in Shanghai City. This was especially true for them. As old cadres who had retired from the system, today's display truly made them re-evaluate the son standing before them.
On the drive back, Old Comrade Sun fiddled with the car's interior, touching this and that. He clicked his tongue and said, "Old gal, this luxury car really does feel different, huh?"
"What did you call me?" Madam Xie fumed.
Old Comrade Sun's ear immediately paid the price, getting pinched hard.
"Ouch... Let go! It's my fault, I misspoke just now," he pleaded.
You couldn't really blame Old Comrade Sun; it's all too normal for one's tongue to slip when on cloud nine.
