The night was deep, and outside the window, the moon hung in the sky like a jade plate.
Anthony Davis had not yet rested; he was handling government affairs in the study room.
He wanted to free up tomorrow to spend Mid-Autumn with his family, so he needed to finish all of tomorrow's work in advance.
Anthony Davis didn't feel tired or drowsy. He felt as if he had returned to his university days, youthful and energetic, with endless energy every day.
The phone on the table rang, and he picked it up and answered: "Hello."
"Mayor, Gemma York has passed out."
"Has the doctor examined him? Is it life-threatening?"
"The doctor said it's because of too much pressure and not resting for two days, so..."
"As long as he's not dead, keep at it. We must make him talk."
"Understood."
Anthony Davis put down the phone. Today, after Fristy left, he kept thinking about the time when Aya was kidnapped, and that fire.
