Song Lili told a lie.
She had grown up with Wen Nian for thirty-three years, yet she seemed to understand him less and less.
Even sleeping beside him, she had no idea what was going on in his mind...
She couldn't understand the Wen Nian of thirteen years later, and she couldn't understand the current Wen Nian either.
As Wen Nian listened to Song Lili's words, his face remained expressionless. After a two-second pause, he asked,
"Why do you say I'm not fit to be President?"
"Capturing terrorists without regard for the lives of hostages, someone who would give such an order isn't fit to be President,"
Song Lili looked away, speaking indifferently.
She didn't want to complain, but a hint of resentment and blame still tinged her words.
At this moment, Tang Xiaocao had lost all interest in flipping through picture books. With her eyes black and white, distinct, she looked from Song Lili to Wen Nian, but stayed quiet and well-behaved, not saying a word.