Yang Xi was having a remarkably relaxed time as supreme leader. He knew full well that he was merely a spiritual figurehead—he didn't understand the first thing about politics, but the team under him certainly did! Besides, he had powerful backers, leaving Western media green with envy as they sneeringly dubbed the Olive Branch Republic a "pocket nation."
Yet Yang Xi couldn't care less. He gazed at his daughter in his arms—barely twenty days old and already looking like a porcelain doll—and, like any father in the world, was so enamored he couldn't bear to let her go.
"You absolute softie, look at that grinning mug of yours—you're making me want to have a baby," Li An'an announced in her booming voice as she barged in.
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