Depressed.
Heartbroken.
Looks like this sleep is not happening.
Get up.
"Didn't say how to rescue?"
"Not yet."
"Then I'll ask."
The President was full of anger, ready to find Ling to chat, such a big matter, not even a heads-up, if it spread as a rumor there would be room to maneuver, but you directly officially announced it.
Caught off guard.
A few minutes later.
"Connected."
The call got transferred, Sweden was dark, Myanmar was still morning.
"Hello."
On the other side.
A familiar voice came through.
"President Ling, are the three scientists alright?" he asked.
"They're fine."
"..."
Fine?
Not even a 'thank you for your concern'.
Forget it.
We are magnanimous, won't fuss.
"That's good, I felt very guilty about what happened before, since they're alright, I'm relieved, but I want to know, where did you rescue the three scientists from?" After a few courtesies, he asked.
"At sea," Ling said.
"At sea?"
"Yes."
"Could you elaborate?"
