Ordinary people could never imitate that tone of voice. The questioning authority of an A-rank Upper Tier carried an icy aloofness.
The instant they heard those long-lost words,
Fang Ran and Meng Lang's bodies trembled instinctively as they finally recalled all those times they had been slapped onto the floor,
as well as the experience of once being sent flying off the balcony and out of The Cabin.
Like old-fashioned robots that had gone too long without oil or maintenance, their necks turned with jerky stiffness. The two of them saw the figure already sitting up in bed,
and although she looked the same, she had completely lost the childish, easy-to-placate appearance she had worn last night.
Both of them swallowed nervously.
Holy crap, bro! They said Her Majesty would recover quickly, but wasn't this way too fast!?
No, calm down! Calm down, Meng Lang!
The more it was a situation like this, the more it tested a man's composure!
Her Majesty surely wouldn't resort to violence over something this minor. That's right, there was absolutely no need for him to panic. If anyone should panic, it was his little brother!
He had caused so much trouble in Europe before. Her Majesty definitely didn't know about it yet,
so as long as he found a chance to report him directly now—
Hehehehe.
Suppressing his instinctive nervousness toward Her Majesty, countless thoughts flashed through Meng Lang's mind in an instant.
"Your Majesty, you recovered so quickly! That's wonderful—"
Meng Lang rubbed his hands together and offered his usual sycophantic congratulations. But before he could figure out how to steer the topic in that direction and embellish things further,
a desperate shout suddenly rang out beside him, loud enough to suggest that if he did not yell now, the Earth would be