Jin Yiheng guffawed relentlessly and gloated over his father's misfortune. "Daddy, will you tell me a story?"
"Don't you hate hearing the stories I tell?"
"I'm just really bored. Tell me a story, maybe I'll fall asleep then."
"Let me tell you a story about an ugly duckling, then."
"I already know you're going to bluff me just by hearing the title."
"I won't continue, then. It's just going to be a waste of my breath."
"Tell me, tell me, Daddy, hurry, I want to hear it."