"Are you sure? ... No, it doesn't matter. There's no need to go deeper, maintaining the status quo is enough."
At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sitting clock let out a clear chime. As Richelieu, who was sipping tea, appeared in Nidhogg's vision, he raised his eyebrows slightly, put back the phone receiver, and the ivory phone emitted a crisp "ding" sound, blending into the lingering chimes.
"Shall we continue, or would you like to listen to the latest news first, Mr. President?"
The harsh voice made Nidhogg involuntarily want to smack his lips. Richelieu was not speaking to him, but the condescending attitude he displayed towards Li Lin annoyed Nidhogg.
This was not a primary school classroom. Even if he was the prime minister of a country, it was a bit too much for Richelieu to treat the president and vice president like strict schoolteachers in the headquarters of a financial conglomerate.
