'Fine, you put him on the phone and I'll ask him myself.'
The opposite party froze, obviously not expecting her to suddenly say that, and was a bit at a loss.
Confused eyes looked at Michael across the room.
Michael nodded his head and signalled for her to turn on the video.
''Sure, Ms Nancy, hold on a second, I'll call you right back.'
He said and hung up.
Clicking on the video, the camera was facing herself and Michael.
Only, Michael looked like he was drunk, his face was thinly red, his drunken eyes were slightly drunk, his eyelids were drooping, and his disorientated eyes looked like they were covered with a layer of water mist.
Nancy's heart sank and she called out to him, 'Michael?'
'Yeah.'
'Where are you?'
'The hotel.'
A far cry from his usual warmth, Michael was now a man of few words, and Nancy's heart grew colder with every word he uttered.
