"Oh but Father! Why can't I go and play with the other kids?" Zitao pleaded looking up at the one he called 'father'. There was the handsomest boy he had ever seen, the older kids' blonde hair bounced whenever he kicked the ball to his team mates and his forhead glistened with a thin layer of sweat only showing how much hotter he was.. both ways..

"Because. Zitao, the Wu's are our enemy and you are never to socialize with them, do you hear me? Never, my son. They are a family that we have had problems with for generations. Now, be a dear and help your mother with dinner, okay?" The young father looked down upon his younger son, the raven haired boy was such a sweet boy and he would not risk him socializing with Wu Yifan, he was such a bad kid.. Zitao's father sighed heavily as he watched his son skip off to the kitchen to help his mother with the dinner she was preparing. 

Looking back out to the window, the man narrowed his eyes, "he will not influence my boy. No matter what, Zitao will not mingle with that... creature.." The man whispered to himself, gulping down the last of his wine.