Outside, the servants who were originally prepared to come in and help them get up immediately stopped and turned away, embarrassed to listen to such a scandalous thing.
By the time 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 time, Chongchong asked curiously.
Ping Guoguo put down the teacup, snorted deliberately, "Is the queen unwelcome to her little assistant staying here?"
"Of course not." Chongchong chuckled helplessly.
Ping Guoguo knew she didn't mean to rush her away, so she leaned over and whispered, "Chongchong, let me 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 immediately became active, her eyes lighting up.
