After twenty minutes.
The convoy arrived at the presidential palace.
"Please."
"Alright."
Following Kan Qin.
Lunda entered the palace. This wasn't a state visit, just a signing event. Thus, there was no grand ceremony—no red carpet, no salute, no orchestra, nor children presenting flowers.
Entering the building.
Two turns later.
They arrived at the main conference hall, where Lunda finally saw Ling—so young, so spirited. Someone like Ling, at this age, in India, achieving the position of a local legislator would already be considered outstanding.
But he was a true leader.
Holding the fate of countless lives.
"Ka ka ka."
The handshake photo between the two was captured by the media of both nations.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Lunda said.
"Welcome," Ling replied with a faint smile.
