Three years later.
"Tianxin, if you delay your manuscript one more time, do you believe that tomorrow I'll show up at your house with a machine gun!?" The editor's furious roar echoed through the phone.
Tianxin pulled the phone slightly away from her ear, then quickly chuckled and tried to placate her. "Dearest Editor, I promise, absolutely promise, I'll send the manuscript to your inbox before this Friday!!"
"How many times have you made this kind of promise already? And what if you don't send it this time!? Huh?? What am I supposed to show my senior editor?? Huh?? Should I just present your baby's ultrasound images and tell them, 'Here you go, this is Tianxin's manuscript!'?" Clearly, the editor had grown weary of Tianxin's repeated "Wolf-is-coming" cries and continued to press her relentlessly on the phone.
