Suddenly, a faint noise fluttered through the door crack.
"Mr. President! I have evidence of the secret from that year. Now that you are the president, you can't just ignore me, your brother!"
This voice was so slight that if you didn't listen carefully, you might miss it.
However, Lu Ming heard every single word, loud and clear.
His hand, which was resting on the door handle, suddenly paused.
He stood frozen at the entrance.
Then came the indifferent voice of the president from inside the room, "What evidence do you have? I didn't do anything that year. What am I afraid of?"
"…" Lu Ming's expression became serious.
Immediately, he pulled out his wallet from his pocket and handed a stack of notes to the soldier beside him.
"You guys have worked hard! Go and buy some food from the restaurant across the street! I see some of our comrades downstairs are thirsty. It's tiring to stand guard like this. I'll stay here!"
