"Brother Meng, such a beauty, we..." One of the young men was about to say something nice for the little girl, but before he could finish, he caught a pair of warning eyes and hurriedly shut his mouth.
After that, no one dared to speak rashly, after all, the man in front of them was the only son of the Meng family's president; no one present could afford to offend him.
The corridor was not large, and the gathering crowd soon attracted the staff's attention.
Wen Mei appeared with a flattering shallow smile on her face as she approached the crowd.
"Young Master Meng, I'm sorry, this employee of ours is new and doesn't quite understand the rules!" Wen Mei said, giving An Yin a look.
The pain in An Yin's abdomen had subsided significantly, but her foot was still a bit numb. She slowly held onto the man's coat to prevent herself from falling, using the grip to straighten herself.
