Zhui Feng's smile grew wider as he stared at the hand Li Yan had wrapped around Li Qiao, mockingly saying, "Didn't you hear him call her 'honey' just now? What do you think their relationship is?"
"Hey, men, when they come to a place like this, most of them bring a female companion, probably just for show."
Old Liu jumped to his own conclusion. Seeing Zhui Feng daydreaming about Li Qiao, he no longer hesitated and stood up, saying, "President Fong, don't worry, Li Yan doesn't have any other hobbies, he just likes various famous paintings. If you really fancy that girl, we could trade a couple of paintings with him, and it's a done deal."
Zhui Feng strove to recall this person named Li Yan, and after a long pause, gave a verdict, "Is he that one who calls himself the Art Tycoon of the South Sea?"
Old Liu slapped his thigh, "That's him! To put it nicely, he's called an Art Tycoon, but frankly, he's just an art dealer."
