Before she could react, the man lunged, a desperate fury fueling his movements. He grabbed at her cloak, the fabric ripping with a sharp tear. Feng Xiaoyu stumbled back, the cloak falling away to reveal her expensive attire.
The man stared, his words spilling out in a torrent of disbelief. "Xiaoyu? Is it... is it truly you? You were the one in the VIP room who bid against me for that stone?!"
The faint suspicion that had been gnawing at Feng Xiaoyu solidified into certainty. It was Dong Aigou, his face contorted in a mix of anger and confusion. Her eyes narrowed, her voice laced with icy disdain.
"Dong Aigou," she spat, her voice barely a whisper. "I never thought you'd resort to something like this."
Dong Aigou's hands flew to his face, his eyes wide with realization. "Feng Xiaoyu? It really was you? I... I had no idea it was you in that room. This is all a misunderstanding!"
