The man in the room put down the remote after turning off the television.
He was on the highest floor of a high-end hotel in a foreign country. Still, the channels on his television all came from the mainland. It was especially done to match his preferences.
The man reached for his wineglass. He gently twirled the wine inside, slowly tasting every sip. His mind was in deep contemplation.
After a while, the man's voice rang inside this spacious and dimly lit room.
"Call for Gunan."
"Yes, Master." A butler stationed in one corner of the room dialed a number. After one ring, a young man's voice sounded in the room.
"Father, I'm listening."
The man in the room was silent at first, organizing his thoughts. After what appeared as an endless stretch of silence, he finally spoke.
"Were you there?"
"..." Guan Gao Huan gripped his phone tightly.
"No. My grandfather chose my brother—"
