As long as Chen Meng'er needed support, he would be the first to step out.
"No need. I reckon it should be soon." Chen Meng'er shook her head at Yuwen Jing and said, "I don't care. The Kennedy family's hospitality is really terrible. We've been here for such a long time, but we haven't even had a cup of tea. I haven't even made a move yet, but this family is about to collapse."
"Look at what Miss Meng said. Our family is powerful, and it's not so easy to bring us down. Ah, Little Miss, it's fine if you don't care about anything at home, but this is a guest. Why don't you pour tea for them?" Just as Chen Meng'er finished her sentence, Miss Kennedy's third aunt, who had gone upstairs to inform her husband, swayed her body as she walked down.
As she came down, she scolded Miss Kennedy. She even ordered the servants, "What are you hiding there for? Hurry up and pour tea for the guests. Or do you really not want to work here anymore?"
