Song Heping's breath slightly caught.
His mind raced: Why now? Why did Simon call personally? Is it related to tonight's dinner? Did he find out so quickly? Or...
"I'm not resting so early." Song Heping replied calmly: "But you calling this late did surprise me. What's the matter?"
"Two things." Simon got straight to the point: "First, I heard you met with Robbin and a few friends tonight. How did that go?"
As expected.
The CIA knows.
"It was an interesting dinner." Song Heping cautiously answered: "We talked about old times and some business."
"But the business didn't go well, right?" Simon's tone revealed no emotion: "Robbin called me. He said you were stubborn and unwilling to share those...sensitive toys."
Song Heping remained silent, waiting for more.
There was a slight sound of paper flipping over the phone, then Simon continued: "But that's between you two; I won't interfere, but I must remind you, it's best to keep those sensitive things for now."
