Feng Teng mouth drops open, his glass pausing halfway to his lips.
"But I want some quiet time. Just me and you, wifey," He says.
"NO! We're having photos first," I say with full of authority.
At the same time, I could feel his sulk coming on, but I'm not letting him win this one.
Feng Teng scowls slightly, but he doesn't argue with me. Instead, he signals for Nami to gather our both family and relative, taking them out the ball room stage. I watching as she flies into commander role, shouting for everyone to leave the table and head to the gardens of the hotel mansion outside.
"Let's go then," he grumbles, lifting me from the chairand placing me neatly on my feet.
Gradually, I mentally cheer to myself. Feng Teng, he's learning, or perhaps it's me who's learningso much how to deal with him.
But at some point I'm not sure, in fact we're making immense progress.
And he knows when to relent, as do I.
