Seeing this situation, Jing Feng closed his eyes tightly and did not dare to look at the embarrassed appearance of his dear eighth brother, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth betrayed him, haha, Lang'er, this is what you will get for bullying your third brother.

Su Zhuo shot resentful eyes towards Jingfeng, and understood what Jingfeng was thinking at this time. She wanted to shout: "Oh my God, who is bullying whom?"

She completely forgot about the minister of the DPRK who was pressed under her. She smiled because she realized that she was pressing on the "overweight minister".

Su Zhuo jumped up, swallowed, and stretched out her slender but not strong hand.

"Go away! Take your dirty hands off" There is someone behind??

Su Zhuo was furious, what do you mean by her dirty hands?

Damn it! The cold words came out of his mouth, as fierce as the cold wind, and the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees. It was as if the person was in an ice cave, and his long and curly eyelashes covered the

His half-closed eyes and black robe clearly conveyed his indifference and ruthlessness.

"you……"

"Qian'er! Don't be rude." The round and thick voice belonged to the Prime Minister.

"I'm sorry, Prime Minister," Su Zhuo saw Gu Junchan standing up and apologized quickly, "It's Lang'er who was rude. It's Lang'er's fault that you were hurt."

Who should be the prime minister's son? He looked at Su Zhuo with great disdain: "It's your fault in the first place!"

"The Eighth Prince doesn't need to be polite, it's okay for minor ministers." This is the world-famous Nan Xia Yuelang? He is just a five-year-old child, but he is not like ordinary princes, who always look down on others and look at others arrogantly.
Chapter completed!