No One Can Disrespect His Royal Highness

Feng Wu was mad at Feng Xun for not taking care of his health, when Babu cut into their argument.

Feng Wu threw a dirty look at him.

Babu shuddered, intimidated by her murderous look.

He couldn't understand it. He was a huge, powerful man. Why did he feel so flustered when the petite girl glared at him?

Babu said, "Why are you so mean?"

Feng Wu was so angry that she wanted to laugh. This man was actually asking that question after insulting her brother.

She cut to the chase. "I'm the fifth member of my team. Let's begin."

She then glanced at Wang Zhaole.

Wang Zhaole was a little dumbfounded. "What?"

"Chair! Give her a chair!" Mu Nan reacted before Wang Zhaole could.

"Right!"

Wang Zhaole immediately carried a soft-padded chair onto the stage. It was the one Feng Xun had been sitting on.

The previous chair had been smashed into pieces. Feng Wu couldn't eat while standing up, could she?