"Before that, I need to know who your supplier is," Su Xuan spoke as Zhao Qian desperately sought pills. The other officers were afraid he might lose control again, but they were surprised by Su Xuan's firmness. They looked at him in amazement, and even the stenographer, who had been sitting nearby listening, gave him a thumbs-up.
Su Xuan hadn't promised anything, but to Zhao Qian, it sounded like if he revealed the information, Su Xuan would provide him with the pills. Knowing he had no choice, Zhao Qian decided to speak.
"I don't know who that person is," he began, "but I can be sure he's the one who got me addicted to drugs."
As Zhao Qian spoke, his face contorted with anger. It was evident that, despite the years that had passed, he still felt a deep sense of resentment about the whole situation. If only he had the same level of awareness back then, he wouldn't have been fooled into taking those drugs.
