It was a young girl in a blue and white plaid dress. She was very beautiful, and the silhouette of her face could be seen faintly. Although Hank's face was not beautiful enough to be seen in front of her, she was already a beautiful woman.
Sara looked at her in confusion. "Why are you looking for me?"
The young girl sized her up from head to toe and then frowned her exquisitely drawn eyebrows. "Are you Uncle's child bride?"
Hearing her address him, Sara knew that this person was probably a junior from the branch family of the Bishop family.
Sara nodded. "Yes, I am."
The girl was even more unhappy. "Do you know who my uncle is? Is he a good match for someone like you who is poor and poor? I heard that you are still unwilling to leave my uncle now, aren't you?"
Sara blinked her eyes and finally understood that the girl was looking for trouble. The smile on her face was gone.
"What on earth do you want to say?"