Chen Meng'er shot a cold glance at Snow Hill and continued to drink her milk, completely ignoring Snow Hill.
And Snow Hill, who was supposed to have the aura of a queen was so angered by Chen Meng'er's disregard that she panted heavily. The aura of a queen, which she had managed to maintain with great difficulty just now, suddenly weakened by half.
"Hey, why do I feel that this Hill family's young lady is not a match for this Asian child at all?" A boy around Yuwen Jing's age with curly hair said to his companion beside him.
"Mm, the Hill family's young lady has met her match this time."
"You vixen, do you know who I am?" Snow Hill lost most of her rationality. She pointed at Chen Meng'er and questioned loudly, completely throwing etiquette aside.
"Vixen? The Hill family's young lady is really something. She used such a loud voice to scold people on such an occasion." Chen Meng'er did not even look at Snow Hill glanced at her and said.
