Wang Meng saw that she said this, so he didn't say anything more. Since his sister wasn't ready yet, he could only go to the reception room and wait for a while. After all, he was the brother...
He lazily walked toward the reception room, casually pulled out a chair, sat down, and propped his legs up on the table, looking completely nonchalant and exuding a roguish vibe.
Xiaolin looked at the legs shaking relentlessly on the table, and hesitated for a moment, but eventually stepped forward and asked softly, "Mr. Wang, would you like something to drink? Tea or coffee?"
Wang Meng raised his eyebrows and glanced at her briefly, losing interest quickly, "No need." His tone was rather cold and hard.
Xiaolin quickly retreated, and only when she had left the reception room did she feel her legs go a bit wobbly, struggling to stand. She exhaled a long breath and thought it was great she didn't have to serve him; then she left to attend to her own tasks...