"Try to read this text, Le An."
When Mr. Qui returned to Le An's room the morning after the investigation, nothing was left of yesterday's cold and eerily calm demeanor.
As Le An took the paper Mr. Qui handed to him, still groggy from just waking up, he looked even more pitiful in Mr. Qui's eyes as he examined the paper with sluggish movements.
Le An looked tired and pale enough to stir even more public outrage against the government and GAC when people saw him. Mr. Qui sighed in frustration. "Damn it. Come on, read."
Le An cleared his throat before reading what was on the paper and began. "...Hello dear citizens, two days ago... huff, the previous terror a-attack..."
"Enough!" As pain scorched through Le An's throat, he simply let Mr. Qui snatch the paper from his hands in fury. Mr. Qui flung the paper to his secretary and brought a hand to his forehead.
