Shi Dongping's face was heavy, and he looked ahead with a pained gaze. It took a while before he finally spoke, "I don't know."
As soon as he finished speaking, another vehicle approached from afar.
Seeing that it was the President's car, Shi Dongping hurriedly went to meet it.
The reporters followed to greet it as well.
Behind them, Shi Dongliang was about to go forward too, when his phone rang.
In the noisy night, he glanced at the President who had just stepped out of the car.
He took out his phone and answered the call.
Whatever the person on the other end said, Shi Dongliang's face, like Shi Dongping's earlier feigned grief, suddenly shifted through a spectrum of colors: blue, white, red, and green.
"How could it be that they haven't returned?"
"..."
People standing behind Shi Dongliang looked at him in confusion.
Although the reporters had surrounded the President, there were still others around, not all of whom were his confidants.
