"My voice isn't anything special to listen to."
"Um, it's especially nice to hear." Tang Li hugged her knees, sitting on the bed: "Just by listening to your voice, I feel extremely reassured, just like now."
It was 6:40 p.m. in Country S, which was 11:40 a.m. in Berlin.
Presidential suite of the hotel.
Song Baiyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, rolling up his shirt sleeves, with his suit and tie placed on the sofa. His left hand, wearing a watch, rested on his waist. He listened to the girl's flattering "compliments" coming from the cellphone, silently chuckling to himself. At this age, in the end, he needed a little girl to sweet-talk him.
Tang Li asked, "It's noon in Berlin now, aren't you busy today?"
"One can be busy and still take a lunch break."
