Tan Palace second floor, private office in the Treaty Hall.
Song Baiyan was sitting on the sofa, flipping through the daily briefing sent from the office of the administrator of Tan Palace. The large leather binder was filled with memos and documents requiring the President's instructions, from all levels of the government.
The private office, whether it's the decor or the atmosphere, felt less constrained compared to the President's Office downstairs.
However, for those in high positions, the matters to be handled do not become lax due to a change of location.
There were also documents in the briefing that required his decision.
If not handled promptly, dragging it out for another day would only accumulate new briefings for the next day.
Song Baiyan finished reviewing the last document when the office door was knocked on, and when it opened, it was Tan Palace's internal staff.
Five minutes later, Song Baiyan appeared at the doorway of the living room.
