The atmosphere in the front hall was very bad. At the very least, Fatty felt very depressed and could not stay there any longer.
From the moment Chen Meng'er appeared, Elder Wharton's gaze had not moved away from her. From the moment he had sized her up at the beginning to the later stages, it was as if he was estimating the value of an item. All of this made Chen Meng'er feel very displeased.
Chen Meng'er frowned slightly. Then, a faint smile appeared on her face. However, the smile did not reach her eyes. "I wonder, Elder Wharton, after sizing me up for so long, have you seen anything?" Chen Meng'er's question was direct. Logically speaking, Chen Meng'er was younger than Elder Wharton, so no matter how much she disliked, she should not have said it out loud.
