She tried to call Wesley, but couldn't get through.
Ten days had passed.
The domestic news gradually calmed down, and no one was paying much attention to the human weapon, nor was anyone concerned about Xiao Qiao's life or death. To them, if Xiao Qiao was dead, they were safe, so they were willing to spare some concern for Lieutenant Commander Wesley. The public tends to be forgetful and indifferent, and within this indifference lies a hint of a spectator's curiosity. With no spectacle to watch, they seem to become kind again.
The presidential election vote count had entered the countdown. Lu Xiaojiu took a deep breath. The Roosevelt Family was at its wits' end. From neck and neck, the two candidates quickly shifted to Anderson's comprehensive victory, which didn't take much time. This change and crisis were beyond their imagination. Now Roosevelt could only try to win back the hearts of the voters through explanations.
