The system ordered me to take my son and escape from the president in five years.
The carefully planned escape plan went so smoothly that I almost thought success was in sight.
Until the airport announcement suddenly sounded: "Madam, your husband and son are crying for you at the service desk."
I sneered and turned around, but bumped into a familiar chest.
The president held up his mobile phone, and the screen displayed the resignation report I had just submitted: "Explain, who approved your resignation?"
The cute baby in his arms blinked: "Mommy, daddy said if you run away again... He will cry even louder."
