"Don't panic."
Wen Nian told her not to panic, but how could she manage that?
The man before her represented the highest authority of G country; his smile was the gentlest, yet his words the most chilling.
Song Xiangqiao's palms were damp with cold sweat—seventeen years old, her mental fortitude already far surpassed her peers.
But no matter how strong, in front of a President, she was no more than an ant.
At this moment, the usually arrogant young girl came to a clear realization.
"Your Excellency... How, how did you come to know..."
Song Xiangqiao felt that even in death, she should at least understand the reasons.
Little did she know, Wen Nian merely smiled, "You are so clever. One day when you sit in this position, you will understand."
The finality of his words ceased just like his steps, abruptly ending alongside his release of her hand before he retreated from the dance floor.
