Outside, the servants who were originally prepared to co in and help them get up imdiately stopped and turned away, embarrassed to listen to such a scandalous thing.
By the ti Chongchong got up, the guests, including her parents and friends, had already been escorted back to their country by the Royal Family’s private jet.
But there was still one person who hadn’t left.
That person was — Ping Guoguo.
"Guoguo, aren’t you going back?"
During tea ti, Chongchong asked curiously.
Ping Guoguo put down the teacup, snorted deliberately, "Is the queen unwelco to her little assistant staying here?"
"Of course not." Chongchong chuckled helplessly.
Ping Guoguo knew she didn’t an to rush her away, so she leaned over and whispered, "Chongchong, let tell you the truth, the reason I didn’t leave is because I’ve fallen in love with a man from your country."
"Ah? Who is it?" Hearing this, Chongchong’s gossip instinct imdiately beca active, her eyes lighting up.
Ping Guoguo: "..."
Why did she suddenly feel regret about telling her this?
"Hurry up and tell , who is it? Is he a Royal Family mber or a commoner?" Chongchong continued to ask.
Ping Guoguo’s face turned red visibly, and after a while of mumbling, she said, "I don’t know if he is a noble, but I t him at your wedding. I guess anyone at your wedding is probably a noble, and he is particularly handso, just like your King!"
"Impossible!" Chongchong imdiately folded her arms, not satisfied with her words, "My man is the most handso in the world. The man you like can’t be more handso than my man!"
"..."
A bead of sweat slid down Ping Guoguo’s forehead.
⊙﹏⊙ Sweat!
"I was just making a comparison, why take it so seriously!" Ping Guoguo helplessly spread her hands.
Chongchong didn’t argue with her, but asked again, "Then what’s his na?"
Chongchong decided to help her investigate who this man was that made her so interested.
"Mike."
"And what’s his surna?"
"Uh... I didn’t ask..."
"..."
Chongchong originally planned to investigate if he was a noble but was speechlessly pulling at the corners of her mouth.
If she estimated correctly, there are thousands, if not tens of thousands, of people nad Mike across the country.
"But I have his photos!"
Ping Guoguo showed Chongchong the photos she had secretly taken from his social dia last night.
Chongchong blinked and took a look.
"Indeed handso, but obviously far inferior to my man!"
"..."
Ping Guoguo felt like strangling her, gritting her teeth, "Dammit, woman, I’m not asking you to judge if he’s handso or not. Just tell whether you know him!"
"Uh... don’t know." Chongchong touched her nose.
"Oh." Ping Guoguo sighed, just about to take back her phone, when she saw Chongchong suddenly stand up and wave to soone in the distance, "Li Xingchen! Co over here and see if you know this person!"
After all, she hadn’t stayed in country A for long, so her understanding of the Royal Family mbers wasn’t very clear.
But Chenchen was different. He had spent so much effort on these nobles to fight for the throne.
Chenchen responded, walked over, and took a glance at Ping Guoguo’s phone.
"So, do you know him?"
Chongchong and Ping Guoguo imdiately looked at him expectantly.
"t him." Chenchen said while he stuffed the phone back into Ping Guoguo’s hand.
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