"Of course, it's Grant!" Zhu Wencong said with firm conviction.
Malik looked at Zhu Wencong with a serious expression, thinking he would once again save Johnson, not expecting him to give up so quickly.
Usually, a President, as long as there aren't any major accidents or they don't falter, can be re-elected quite steadily, serving an eight-year term.
"Oh! I get it now! God! It seems I've understood everything!" Malik exclaimed in astonishment.
Zhu Wencong wore a puzzled expression, not really knowing what he understood, what exactly did he come to understand.
Malik smiled radiantly, God is indeed God, always overlooking the mortal world with a divine perspective.
"The reason why you left America, and haven't returned for so long, is mainly because you, God, already knew Johnson only had four years!
Hahaha! No wonder Johnson has been pleading for you, God, to return to America, but you have been rejecting his invitation all along.
