After putting on the special agent's uniform, Lingling had free rein in the Presidential Palace.
She could go to places she was supposed to, and it seemed no one stopped her from going to places she wasn't supposed to.
The Presidential Palace was huge; she wandered around all day and still didn't finish exploring. However, she observed carefully and found that no one paid attention to her...
At noon, she happened to run into Stephen in the corridor.
"Have you had breakfast? Are you satisfied with the food here?" Stephen asked, with a professionally calm smile on his face.
Lingling thought for a while. She had gone to the dining room herself; breakfast was actually simple, enough to fill her stomach but nothing particularly fancy. It seemed the Presidential Palace's chefs focused on nutrition and health, not on flavor.
"Where is everyone?" Lingling smiled.
