"So calm... true to form, Mr. President."
"..."
Song Lili looked straight at Wen Nian.
A person who should have died at his hands last night now stood alive before him, his expression unmoved.
She had come calmly, just to let Wen Nian see clearly that his well-laid plans had failed, to witness his look of horror.
He tried to kill her once, she was reborn, he tried to kill her twice, and again he failed!
Song Lili stood up,
"Mr. President, your mental fortitude is truly extraordinary."
Wen Nian locked the door with a flick of his hand. He approached the desk, took off his long coat, and hung it on a nearby rack, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing a finely sculpted collarbone.
He did not move towards the president's chair. Song Lili was now fully on guard against him, constantly wary of his approach.
Wen Nian took a pair of rimless glasses out of a case on the desk and put them on.
