"The suspect is downstairs; the alert is temporarily lifted."
Qiao Xiguan exhaled softly.
Hasan Abed seemed to finish reading the contract, set it down, and said, "This truly shows great sincerity. After negotiating so many deals, it's rare to encounter a contract that satisfies me on the first draft. Please wait a moment. You don't mind if I call my daughter in, do you?"
"Of course, Mr. Abed, please feel free."
Hasan Abed picked up his phone, spoke a few sentences in Arabic, and then hung up.
Qiao Xiguan and Gao Song stayed calm and composed, betraying no emotion.
Suddenly, Winterson's voice came through again on the phone, "The suspect and Hasan Abed's daughter are now coming upstairs together."
Qiao Xiguan's palms began to sweat.
Perspiration.
