"This, there is... or isn't there..." Secretary Wen was being vague.
Yeh Cangqiong suddenly turned to look at him, his tone harsh and demanding, "Is there or isn't there?"
"This... it's hard to say. Matters of the heart, when His Excellency the President was young and frivolous, there must have been some, right? But none with particularly deep feelings!"
"Hmm, tally them up for me by tomorrow. I want to know about the people I've loved in the past."
"This... alright!" Secretary Wen suddenly felt a tremendous pressure. How was he supposed to handle such a task?
Yeh Cangqiong, however, failed to notice Secretary Wen's expression, and turned to leave on his own.
"President, where are you going?"
"Don't worry about it. You all take a two-day break!"
He tossed out these words, slung his suit jacket over his shoulder, and strode out confidently into the dawn light.
"Oh, Mr. President, Madam Xue has called you ten times. Do you want to respond?"
