"President's wife?" The receptionist looked on in disbelief, whispering lowly, unable to believe what she was seeing.
In the last two months, the president had changed dramatically. Although his expressions were as sparse as ever and his speech cold, there was a palpable difference from before, as if he was exuding an aura of aloofness that warded off strangers, as though he had locked his emotions away.
Later she found out that the president's wife had, for some reason, gone abroad indefinitely.
How could the president's wife suddenly appear like this?
Could the rumors be wrong?
Han Yingying smiled and made a shushing gesture, "I want to give Shen Mosheng a surprise, don't tell him I'm here."
The receptionist nodded repeatedly.
Han Yingying, with even greater delight, headed straight for the president's office.
Quietly pushing open the door, she saw Shen Mosheng engrossed in his work.
