Song Lili looked towards Zhongli Wuzhi and said,
"Please take care of Xiaoer for me."
Zhongli Wuzhi was visibly excited. Watching Song Lili’s retreating figure, he softly said to Lu Xiaoer,
"What kind of friend are you, leaving you in my care?"
Lu Xiaoer rolled her eyes at Zhongli Wuzhi and leaned back on the sofa, closing her eyes.
Zhongli Wuzhi raised his eyebrows and smiled as he watched her...
How miraculous it must be to be able to drink to the point of intoxication at such an event and then sleep on command?
Song Lili followed Wang Yun’s figure to the second-floor staircase and stood at the corner on the second floor, where she saw Wang Yun carrying a plastic bag towards a room.
She walked over and took a glance—it was the room where the Old President’s birthday gifts were temporarily stored.
Wang Yun sneaked into the room with such stealth...
Song Lili stood outside the door and watched with her own eyes as Wang Yun opened her gift box.
Footsteps approached from around the corner, and Song Lili quickly moved away. The person who came was a bodyguard looking after the birthday gifts.
He stood guard at the door.
Wang Yun bumped into him as she came out,
"Big brother, I left in a hurry and was worried I might have mixed up the Old President’s gift, so I came to check."
Wang Yun explained, and the bodyguard glanced into the room but didn’t say much.
After all, everyone attending the banquet was a distinguished guest, and he couldn’t afford to offend them.
After Wang Yun left, Song Lili emerged from another corner.
The big brother bodyguard was standing guard by the door. As Song Lili wondered how to get rid of the bodyguard, a command seemed to come through the walkie-talkie; he locked the door and left.
Song Lili walked over, removed the two hairpins from her head, squatted down, and started to pick the lock.
The officer training program included a course that specifically explained lock-picking, detailing the techniques needed for different types of lock cylinders.
During secret missions, blowing the door open made too much noise. If one had the skill to pick locks subtly, many problems could be avoided.
Of course, this did not apply to high-tech door locks.
Having successfully unlocked the door, Song Lili entered and opened her gift box; seeing it filled with soil and a dead twig, Song Lili laughed.
Such tricks were both mean and childish...
The Old President arrived at the banquet hall at three o’clock.
Dressed in a crisply pressed suit, the man, nearly eighty years old, was full of energy. Seeing so many young people, he didn’t feel out of place at all.
From the porch to the center of the banquet hall, all the guests tacitly stood aside to make way for the Old President.
As the Old President walked in, he could name each family’s daughters and sons he passed by. Just this gesture alone was enough to make him feel warm and respected.
After the Old President had taken his position, someone brought a chair up for him, but instead of sitting, he stood and addressed everyone,
"Today, I am truly happy. To see so many young talents and beautiful ladies of our country willing to make time to celebrate an old man’s birthday."
"Everyone, please feel at ease. Eat well, play well, consider this... consider this a youthful jubilation!"
"I shall lead with the first toast to everyone!"
The Old President raised his glass, and everyone immediately gathered around.
As Song Lili tilted her head to drink, she glanced towards Wen Liangyu, and at the same moment, her heart skipped a beat—the Old President’s aged eyes were also looking at her...
Their gazes met in midair.