"Oh? Then I'm even more curious." Yang slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke, squinting as he looked at Ledley: "If not here to cause trouble, what is it that you're, the busy man from Scotland Yard, after here on Strand?"
"Just here to clear things up." Ledley smiled, borrowing a light from Yang: "I'm certainly not here to disrupt your mood. But recently, civil servants from the Treasury, the Home Office, and the Foreign Office have been circulating this piece, 'Government Office'. Despite my personal view that this might be an overreaction, unfortunately, they don't think so, hence they assigned the task to me. If you could submit a report proving that The Sun's move isn't politically motivated, I won't just shake off my troubles, I can also close this case."
Yang sneered contemptuously upon hearing this, being an old editor who had been on Fleet Street for over ten years, he's not that easy to fool: "Sounds more like you're doing me a favor, doesn't it?"
