"Why has that pig shown up again?" Ye Wansheng glanced at the enormous figure.
The portly Wan Meng wore a full-faced smile, the arrogance from just now had vanished from his face, and now he adopted a flattering and respectful demeanor.
"An old friend has died, and I am extremely depressed. My attitude just now was a bit poor, I am very sorry, Miss Mu. I hope you won't take it to heart," Wan Meng said with a beaming smile.
Mu Qingyi had seen her fair share of shameless people, but Wan Meng was indeed a rarity. Perhaps the higher the species ranking, the thicker the skin, and the sense of shame seems to be non-existent.
Wan Meng, sensing Mu Qingyi's impatience, hurriedly apologized and then quickly turned to leave. Although he wasn't entirely sure if the person was the Mu family dynasty's young mistress, he knew that it was better to be safe than sorry.
