The Vice President's mind flashed with the image of Xi Zuzi's clear and beautiful face, which was so imposing one dared not look at it for too long.
He's already fifty this year; even losing ten years of life would be worth it if it meant he could enjoy a few more years wielding power like it was nothing.
If it really cost him twenty years of life, he'd be buried up to his neck in the ground. He wasn't brain-dead to make such a wish.
Could anyone really take what was said to a little girl seriously? It was like coaxing a child!
Feeling relieved, he glanced again at the frosted glass of the operating room, thinking to himself, "Could it be that the wish I made earlier actually came true since the surgery hasn't ended for so long?"
The bodyguard hurried over and reported in a low voice, "Vice President, rumors suddenly surfaced online saying the Old President's surgery failed..."
