Liwu's breath caught. The flowers trembled in her hands. The hospital room seemed to shrink, the weight of the revelation pressing down. Liwu's questions had multiplied and her trust was about to shaken. She knew he had secrets, but was this one of them?
Weijun laughed suddenly. It wasn't the nervous chuckle of a man caught in a lie, but the deep, confident laugh of someone amused by something absurd.
"You reporters have very active imaginations," he said, shaking his head. "I admit, those six are donors who occasionally cross my path at banquets. I have also met them on different occasions concerning different needs they had, but nothing criminal. So, conspirators...hardly."
