But she couldn't ask anyone about this.
Jiang Muwan slowly stepped back from the stairs.
"Saw two cats playing in the garden, they ran out."
She casually made up an excuse to brush off Song Sisi's inquiry.
"You're more important than cats."
Song Sizhi gave her a sideways glance full of displeasure.
...
"Stop the car."
The presidential convoy was driving through a bustling street.
It was called to a halt.
Chu Bing sat in the passenger seat, turned to look at Xia Yishen: "Sir."
"I'm getting off for a walk."
"This——————."
Chu Bing was a bit troubled.
He didn't say the words "it's unsafe," but he believed the Sir should understand.
"What?"
"Do you need plainclothes guards?"
Chu Bing still felt it was inappropriate.
"No need."
"Is there something you need, Sir? I can handle it for you."
The safety of a nation's president is more important than anything else. On this matter, Chu Bing couldn't take risks, nor did he dare to take risks.
