Queen Anna listened in disbelief to the conversation between Ou Zun and Mù Qiānxún. Her shocked gaze fell on Ou Zun: "Ou Zun, you actually let her humiliate me?"
Queen Anna had seen Ou Zun leaning close to Mù Qiānxún and whispering something to her earlier, but she didn't know what was said. Now she understood—it was to let Mù Qiānxún confront her?
Ou Zun had actually done such a thing.
Ou Zun didn't even spare Queen Anna a glance, merely comforting the Mù Qiānxún at his side, his voice cold and indifferent.
"My little sweetheart is very well-behaved. If others don't provoke her, she absolutely won't provoke them. If you think this is humiliation, isn't it something you brought upon yourself?"
Ou Zun's words were crystal clear: no matter what happened between Queen Anna and Mù Qiānxún, it was undoubtedly Queen Anna who had started it.
He knew his little sweetheart better than anyone.
She wouldn't even bother giving the time of day to people she didn't like.
