As the president of country G, Enson had always been the one to be flattered and respected by others.
Why was it that the tables had turned today, and his aura had completely changed?
"Daddy!"
Fu ensen sighed. He had to explain to his son.
"This is Mr. Wen, he is the son of S Empire's President, Mr. Wen zhihuai-Wen Muchu. In two months, if nothing goes wrong, he will be the president."
"Strictly speaking, he would have become the president a few years earlier. Hence, you still have a lot to learn from Mr. Wen. I'm only twenty years old this year, but you're already twenty-five."
"Mr. Wen, you must be the youngest president in history, Yingluo."
Fu Ling listened in a daze, unable to believe his ears.
"The son of S Empire's President? Wen Muchu?"
Fu ensen patted Fu Ling's shoulder with some sympathy.
