After bidding Lu Xin farewell, Han Bing walked into the hotel with a smile.
As she entered the elevator, the smile on her face began to fade, and her satellite phone started ringing.
But Han Bing did not answer it. Instead, she walked down the long corridor and went straight back to her room.
She took off her coat and hung it on the rack, then removed her riding boots.
She poured herself a glass of water, sat silently in the room, and stared into space for quite a while.
Just then, the telephone in the room suddenly rang. The ringing was short and urgent, as if someone were constantly urging her to answer.
Han Bing took a deep breath, casually picked up a wad of paper beside her, crumpled it into a little ball, and flicked it away.
The paper ball happened to hit the speakerphone button, and a calm voice rang out in the room:
"You took your time answering."
Han Bing gently rubbed her forehead and said, "I am technically on vacation right now, after all."
"There is no such thing as vacation when it comes to our work."
The person on the phone said, "How did your close contact with the Soldier go this time?"
Han Bing was silent for a moment before saying, "He is a very good person."
"Your answer does not seem very rational."
After thinking for a moment, the person on the other end said softly, "You know I could hear your conversation. Your trip to Satellite City No. 2 was specifically intended to let you get close to him, make a stable assessment of the Soldier, and observe what he was truly thinking."
"You did not carry out the mission very well. The question you asked him at the end may