"Mr. Li Minghui, we are friends, right?"
While Li Minghui was drinking tea and watching a play in the Presidential Mansion's office, he suddenly received a strange "nuisance call."
The reason it was called a nuisance wasn't because of the caller's identity, but because the caller used an internal line and asked such a bizarre question.
It was no less surprising than if his pillow talk partner, during his working hours, suddenly messaged him to ask if he still loved her.
"Of course... Has there been any accident during the exercises?"
He subconsciously glanced at his schedule, and it seemed that today, aside from a landing exercise on the northern beaches by the Union Burning Corps, there was nothing else noteworthy.
However, Mr. Fang's next sentence was unexpected.
