Wang Meng glanced sideways at the old woman who had suddenly popped up, and internally he let out a huge sigh. Who the heck was she? His eyes definitely needed a good wash. Why was everyone crowding in front of him?
His eyes slightly narrowed. Was it because he appeared affable that all these riff-raff had started to jump around in front of him?
With that thought, his aura transformed, and a vicious look swept over, his tone particularly impatient and a bit overbearing, "Get lost..."
Huangfu Qinglian was startled by his gaze. She hadn't expected this man to have such a formidable presence, almost on par with her nephew Huangfu Zheng.
But after all, she often faced Huangfu Zheng's oppressive aura, so she soon regained her composure.
After all, she was from the Huangfu Family, so if she were to be intimidated by a young man, where would she put her face?
