Chen Mo stood unmoved, staring at Wan Meirou with extremely indifferent eyes, as if looking at a fool.
Wan Meirou, seeing Chen Mo completely unaffected, felt even more furious and shouted again.
"Chen Mo, hurry over here!"
Chen Mo remained cold and distant, as if he could choose to leave at any moment, his face devoid of any color.
"Chen Mo, come over to me now."
Wan Meirou's tone had taken on a commanding edge, sounding incredibly fierce.
This was utterly different from the suppressed state she had been in when confronted by the two with yellow and green hair.
Chen Mo sneered, "Is this how you treat your father's benefactor? Your way of treating a benefactor is truly unique!"
"What's the matter, Wan Meirou? I don't have time to waste here with you." Chen Mo's face showed impatience and disgust.
Wan Meirou's heart grew incredibly complex upon seeing such a look from Chen Mo.
