Long Linger thought that when she first came to this world, Yeh Huang had already become the President. During the two years she was absent, her understanding of him was a blank. She didn't know how he became the President, nor did she know what difficulties he encountered in those two years. However, now that he was facing them again, she realized just how tough it was for him.
Standing still, watching the woman's departing back, she stared for a while before finally pushing the door open and entering.
In the room, there was only Yeh Huang, and on his desk was a pile of documents which he was flipping through one by one, marking them with a pen.
"Ahem..."
Long Linger cleared her throat softly, Yeh Huang put down the pen in his hand and looked up at her.
Tonight, Yeh Huang was wearing a black suit with a silver shirt underneath, without a tie. He looked both handsome and joyous, exuding a celebratory air compared to previous times; he seemed very happy.
