Zhao Liangze's lips trembled. Try as he might, he could not think of a rebuttal.
What Mr. Huo had said was entirely reasonable, under the circumstances.
But Zhao Liangze had a careful and analytical mind. He was a computer hacker who had prowled the depths of the internet for years; his brain was wired to probe for bugs and loopholes.
"Mr. Huo, what if – this is completely hypothetical – what if something happens to Nianzhi?" Zhao Liangze returned to his computer and sat down. "If that happens, we'll never find out where she came from, and the last six years will have been all for nothing…"
Huo Shaoheng propped his head in his hand, his elbow resting on the sofa's armrest. He smoked in silence, and did not reply.
Zhao Liangze knew better than to ask again. Everyone knew that Huo Shaoheng never answered hypothetical questions.
