Xia Weibao was stunned at that moment.
What's going on!
Did she go to the wrong door? Why are there so many strangers in the house?
Until a familiar cold voice came from behind those dozen people, "Move aside!"
A dozen people simultaneously put down their guns and neatly stood in two rows on either side.
Their posture was even more precise than military standing!
Once everyone moved aside, they revealed the man sitting at the main seat on the sofa.
He was cold, proud, and regal, but when he saw his wife looking like an African black girl, his eye twitched fiercely.
He suddenly stood up, "What's going on."
Seeing the person closest to her, Xia Weibao felt like a child who had been wronged outside; two lines of clear tears swiftly streamed down, washing two white streaks on her black face.
Everyone, "..."
Stop crying, what an ugly sight.
Her Majesty the Empress, full of grievance, "Honey, someone bullied me."
The people behind, "..."
H-honey?!
What the heck!
