The next morning, at around 8.00 am, every head of state got up and walked downstairs to the gym to exercise.
They chatted and laughed while they enjoyed the peace and leisure.
Their topics of conversation were all trivial matters, and they never mentioned business.
Just then, Wu Mo leisurely walked out of the building.
He yawned. Apparently, he had just woken up from a sweet dream.
That comfortable feeling seemed to still wrap around his body, and it made him miss his own bed.
"Everyone, how was your trip to Dreamland last night?" Wu Mo chuckled. His tone was free and easy.
"Mr. Wu, I felt like I was floating in the clouds. It was even more comfortable than being at home. What about you?" a country's official replied.
"Sigh! How annoying! It's as if an invisible hand pulled me out of my sweet dreams. The climate here is really suitable for sleeping."
Wu Mo sighed. His face was full of regret.