"An arm can't twist a thigh," Tingting had already grasped this fact. "I think we should make peace with Xiao Li. Otherwise, if she becomes our stepmom and treats us like those on TV, our own dad might as well become a stepdad. What could we possibly do then? As things stand, she's pretty nice and has always treated us well."
Xingxing picked up his own phone, his chubby little hands dialing Jun Li's number. Once the call connected, he said seriously, "My brother and I want to talk to you alone. If you can come to us within two minutes..."
Before he finished his sentence, he saw Jun Li appear in the room, and Xingxing dropped the phone onto the bed.
"That was quick," he muttered, hurrying to disconnect the ongoing call.
Jun Li sat by the bed, looking at both of them. "Tingting, Xingxing, what do you want to discuss with me alone?"
"Brother, you talk."
Tingting's little face looked somewhat serious. "Tell us, how far have you and our dad progressed in your relationship?"
