"We should have gone to the scene." Wu Xuehan expressed regret: "If Song Baiyan really is Fu Si's uncle, Fu Si would definitely be able to get tickets to the special viewing area."
Yu Sui said, "There are hundreds of thousands of people on site, you can't even see the President's face, it's better to sit here and watch the live broadcast."
"That's true." Wu Xuehan nodded: "An accident like a stampede might happen too."
Tang Li's gaze was still fixed on the tablet screen.
The presidential swearing-in ceremony was conducted by the Chief Justice, after which Song Baiyan went up to the podium to deliver a formal speech.
In the live broadcast, Song Baiyan, in a neatly tailored suit, hands resting on the edge of the podium, appeared dignified, not as gentle as he was when embracing her at the dance last night — like a knife unsheathed. Standing there, everything around him seemingly diminished in an instant.
Tang Li felt an indescribable sense of emotional dependence.
