Late at night, the streets of Anlin were quiet, unlike the current situation in Caesar.
"You don't have to be nervous, once you leave President Mansion, you no longer need to treat me as the unapproachable President, even breathing so cautiously."
Wen Nian said indifferently.
Other than the sound of the car driving, there was the magnetic voice of Wen Nian speaking.
Having served as Wen Nian's presidential escort for over four months, Song Yangling had a somewhat better mindset than the others. He licked his lips and asked,
"Mr. President, what task are you deploying us for this time?"
"It's hard to say."
These three words from Wen Nian embarrassed Song Yangling a bit. Asking too little, he felt puzzled; asking too much, he feared being disliked by Mr. President.
"If things go smoothly, we just need to take a warship to pick up a few people. If not, we might need to infiltrate country M to rescue someone."
"..."
