Li Wei picked it up and saw it was a call from Anya.
"Have you checked in?" Anya's voice came through. "The security there must be tight, right? When I landed in Los Angeles today, I noticed security was much stricter than before. There are even police cars downstairs from my hotel now."
"I just got in," Li Wei said. "Hold on, I'll video call you."
After starting the video call, he gave Anya a tour of the presidential suite.
"Hmm... not bad," Anya said from the video, lying on her bed and critiquing the presidential suite. "I thought you guys would be staying in some miserable place, like you were going to war. I was going to ask if you wanted to come stay with me."
If anyone else heard Anya describe Li Wei's accommodations as merely "not bad," they would have probably died of anger.
"I'm afraid that would be against the rules," Li Wei chuckled. "We're about to enter the quiet period. Everyone has to stay in their own rooms at night."
