Wang Fan was just an ordinary citizen and had no political ambitions. What he was angry with was just that he couldn't bear to see a female Chinese compatriot being bullied in a foreign country.

"Aunt Nie, you have been in Bhutan for almost twenty years. Can't you find a solution?"

"Oh, it's hard. Bhutanese are not as aggressive as Nepalis, and are relatively peaceful by nature. But on the other hand, this is also more content with the status quo and does not want to take risks to change anything. This mentality not only exists among many civilians, but also among many nobles who are bullied by Indians in Pingyu."

"Without a group of sheep, what are you still looking to help them fight for?" Wang Fan thought to himself.

The atmosphere at the banquet seemed a little dull. Nie Yingran leaned against the back of the chair with a sad expression, while Aya Xiang poked the lamb on the plate with a fork, "Hmph! As long as we find the new feed line, let me see if I get the aura of your birds."

"Ling'er, how can you talk about politics in front of guests!" A middle-aged man's voice came from behind the door. Although the Chinese language was still a little stiff, his pronunciation was still very clear.

The door of the dining room was pushed open, and a middle-aged man wearing dark gray Bhutanese costume walked in. The man's hair was meticulously combed neatly, and the outfit on his body Wang Fan knew that it was called "women", a kind of over-knee robe made of cotton, cross-collar, right-sided lapel, and tied over-knee robe, which was also the standard wear for Bhutanese men. However, the man was still a little eye-catching, that was his beard. His beard was not as much as most people. He either had an upper lip or had an upper and lower lip together. The man's upper lip was clean and smooth, but a half-inch long dark beard was left on his chin. This dress was a bit alternative to the strict royal family.

"Dear guest, I'm really sorry. My little girl said so much. Everyone laughed at me."

"No, nothing, we're just chatting." Needless to say, this man must be Ayaka's father, Prince Chuden Larugo of the Kingdom of Bhutan.

"Hmph, that's why I don't want to be the sheep that can be slaughtered!" Ayano muttered indignation.

"Ling'er..." Qiu Deng shouted in a deep voice.

"Hmph, even talking scares you so much. I think you are more docile than sheep. Even if you are slaughtered, you don't dare to hum." After that, Ayano took off the remaining lamb meat from the plate and pushed the plate forward, "I'll eat it, you can eat it slowly." Then she walked straight out of the dining room.

"I laughed..." Prince Qiu Deng obviously held back, "My daughter is spoiled..." Qiu Deng squeezed out a smile and sat on the Lord.

Because of Prince Qiu Deng's return, everyone was not interested in this dinner, and everyone's high-sounding greetings ended.

When there were only two people left in the dining room, Nie Yingran moved to Qiu Deng to sit down, "What's wrong with you today? I haven't seen you get so angry at Ling'er. Is there something wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!