Sun Heng looked at Han Xing provocatively and said, "Go ahead and bid. Why aren't you bidding? Did you run out of money already? You can continue and try to show off!"
He wanted to see how long this id*ot could last without the help of Zhao Xiyao and Shangguan Xuelan.
"12 million," said Han Xing calmly.
To him, this price was as easy as 10 dollars. He only had 17 million dollars on hand, so he couldn't easily reveal his trump card. He was gambling.
"You really dare to pay 12 million?!" Sun Heng gritted his teeth and glared at Han Xing. He hated Han Xing even more. If he didn't bid in front of everyone, where would his reputation as a young master go?
More importantly, if his family found out that he had bought a piece of trash with more than 10 million yuan, they would definitely scold him for being a squandering person. No matter how rich he was, he couldn't spend it like this!
