Qing Lok had downloaded an app that would let him know if it detected a suspicious message and it wouldn't rest until he read the contents. He rushed home and was more than glad to have his brothers and Feng Xuan in the living room already with the IT team.
"About damn time you got here," said Wuming from the couch. He looked like he had just gotten up with his hair sticking up in all directions and he was holding a steaming cup of coffee. "They're already decoding the message."
Qing Lok snatched the printed copy on the table. There were a lot of symbols in it, most had curves on the top and flat lines at the bottom.
"Why can't you just talk normally?" followed Wuming with an annoyed glance at everybody. "I mean, we're all going to read the letter anyway. What's the point of hiding it in codes?"
Qing Lok rolled his eyes. "Because we're intelligent people who liked to solve things and feel happy when we get the right answer. Does that satisfy you?"