"Young Madam," Shawn, who was standing on the right, said faintly, "Since you've already gone for the poem, let's leave first."
Chloe glanced at Shawn and saw that he looked sad. "Since the funeral is coming to an end, we'd better leave with others. If I leave halfway, others will think that we don't take the royal family into consideration."
"No matter how they think about it, their Queen offended Mr. Emperor, so don't expect us to be so polite to them." Shawn said, holding his hands.
Chloe just wanted to say something, but Mitchell smiled and said, "Young Madam, don't blame him. Shawn is in a bad mood now. He lost the bet with Special Assistant Qin last night."
"Gambling?" Chloe was stunned, "What gamble?"
All of a sudden, Shawn turned his head aside.
