Jun's pov
"No. Don't worry about Mr. Feng. The real power is in the hands of Mrs. Feng." My dad flips me a bird from the corner of the room. "Relax, love. No one in this world can dislike you. Yes, you are annoying, difficult, cranky, demanding—"
"Jun!"
"—intelligent, smart, passionate about her dreams, selfless, and always giving me the best bickering. If anyone has a problem with you, they have to face me."
Her mouth twitches as she tries to act angry but fails miserably. My mom tries to peek into my phone, following me everywhere in the living room. I jump onto the dining table, and she follows me too, of course, with dad's help. Jeez, the height of clinginess. No wonder people compare me to her.
"I see you've upped your buttering game after making it official."
