Andre frowned slightly, with a few traces of impatience and displeasure on his handsome face.
"What is it?"
The bodyguard cautiously pushed open the door, walked to his side, leaned down, and whispered in his ear.
"The Princess has arrived!"
Andre's eyebrows twitched, "Chongchong?"
"Yes," said the bodyguard.
"You continue the discussion, and come find me when you have a conclusion."
Suddenly rising and pushing away the chair, Prince hurriedly stepped out of the meeting room.
Those left in the meeting room looked at each other, all shaking their heads with wry smiles. Without asking, they knew it must be that person who had arrived.
Within the Royal Family, from top to bottom, everyone knew who their Prince cared about the most in his heart?
Walking briskly down the corridor, Andre stopped outside the reception room on the first floor, glancing sideways at the decorative mirror on the wall beside him.
