As soon as David Locke finished speaking, his phone rang. Looking at the number, his annoyance became uncontrollable. He picked up the phone and wheeled himself outside to take the call.
The call connected, and a deep, resonant voice came through, sounding somewhat similar to David's but notably older. "What kind of nonsense are you messing around with back home? Do you really think the sky's high and the emperor's far, that I can't control you anymore?"
"Are you the emperor? What era do you think it is? Aren't you afraid you might hurt your back talking so big?" David spoke with no trace of politeness, gripping the phone tightly.
The person on the other end audibly took several deep breaths before continuing, clearly irritated. "Rest assured, my back is just fine—don't believe me? Ask your mother!"
David: "…" What a shameless old man.
