Feng Xun said, "Xiao Wu, actually, Her Majesty is…"
Feng Wu waved him off. "She's your grandmother; it's only natural for you to take her side, but please don't say nice things about her in front of me, her victim, okay?"
How could Feng Wu not be angry at her?
She wasn't a saint and she had a temper. Anyone would be angry if their kindness was constantly repaid with ingratitude.
Seeing that even someone as calm as Feng Wu had lost her temper, Feng Xun raised his hands. "Alright, alright, we'll stop talking about Her Majesty. Let's change the topic. By the way, did you really slap Jun Wuxia and Zuo Qingyu?"
Feng Wu said, "No, they did it themselves."
Feng Xun asked, "Did they slap each other?"
