National Defense University, temporary meeting room of the disciplinary investigation team.
The atmosphere in the room was tense.
Political Commissioner Zhou sat on one side of the long table, his face ashen.
At the head position was Mr. Wang, who was sent from the military district, around fifty years old.
His face was like a carved block, without any expression.
Gu Yanshen stood in the center of the room.
His uniform was sharp, his posture like a pine tree.
Opposite him, Sun Qian sat on a chair, her shoulders shaking as she cried.
Next to her, Liu Quan looked heartbroken and in distress.
"Mr. Wang, Political Commissioner Zhou, you must help me!"
Sun Qian's voice was tearful, sounding particularly pitiful.
"I really don't know what this letter is about."
"But… but Mr. Gu, he…"
She looked up, her swollen eyes full of "fear."
"He really always watched me in the library, I thought he wanted to guide my studies."
