Pete looked over here, and before he could speak, the Little Princess was about to stand up, cheerfully shouting, "Mommy, I miss you. Uncle Pete is playing with me!"
But before the Little Princess could run over, Pete caught hold of her and picked her up.
"Little Princess, don't rush, we'll call Mommy to come and play with us later, okay?"
The Little Princess nodded.
Queen Elizabeth's pupils contracted: "What exactly do you want? Give me back my child."
Pete, unhurriedly glancing at Bai Qingzhu, said, "Surely you already know this child isn't yours and Oren's, right?"
"But she's not yours either." Queen Elizabeth's eyes were bloodshot.
"Oh? Not mine? The one who spends nights reveling with you is me, Your Majesty the Queen; I'm familiar with every inch of your skin, every sensitive point..."
"Shut up, don't say it."
Queen Elizabeth had never felt so ashamed, unable to accept it.
But Pete didn't care, "Underneath me, Her Majesty the Queen is pretty wild..."
