No one knew how much time had passed. President Mu looked down at the time on his wrist, eleven-thirty in the afternoon.
He brought the woman's lifeless hand to his lips and kissed it, a low chuckle escaping his throat with a hint of playful obstinacy, "Wanwan, you can sleep for another twelve hours and thirty-nine minutes. If you're not awake by then, I'll really sell the child you painstakingly brought into this world to Africa, not waiting a minute longer."
The calloused fingertip gently caressed the woman's pale little face, maintaining a gentle smile, whispering, "Wanwan, you can hear me, can't you, hmm?"
Secretary Tang paced anxiously outside the door dozens of times, attempting several times, but never dared to knock directly, retracting his hand before his knuckles could touch the door.
However, if this matter isn't reported to President Mu, it simply won't do!
Urgent, it's so urgent…
