The incandescent light in the Family Committee office was glaring, making the red slogans painted on the wall appear pale.
Director Sun held an enamel mug with a chipped rim and thumped it heavily on the desk. A few droplets of tea splashed out, landing on the old newspapers spread on the tabletop.
"Speak up, what exactly happened!" Director Sun demanded with a stern face, letting his gaze sweep across the room.
Wang Guixiang sat on a long bench, her hands tightly clutching at her wrinkled trousers, and immediately began to wail. She ruffled her hair messily, and vigorously rubbed the rough back of her hands at the corners of her eyes. Though she couldn't squeeze out any tears, her voice was sharp and piercing.
