"Mr. Song, please be mindful of your wording. I am a journalist, and I have the right to interview."
On the other end of the phone, Angel chuckled softly, but her tone was unusually firm, "Moreover, my flight is the only civilian plane allowed to land, with special permission personally signed by your 'good partner', Mr. Haftar. I'm right at the terminal now, surrounded by... hmm, looks like all your people? Or Haftar's people? They are being very 'courteous' to me. If you don't come to pick up your 'old friend', I'll have no choice but to hire a car to find you in the city. I've heard the view from the top suite of the Corinthia Hotel is quite nice? Although the previous occupant just committed suicide in there."
Song Heping couldn't help but smile wryly.
But after a moment of reflection, he immediately understood the subtlety within.
