In the highest box, nestled within the lavish confines of silk cushions and priceless possessions, sat the three most important members of the Chen family.
"She always goes overboard with the theatrics," Chen Xiaoyu muttered, her cold silver eyes watching Jiang Yueqing with a mix of disdain and mild amusement. Her silver hair shimmered like starlight, though her expression remained as icy as ever. "Abyssal Gem, ha. The only thing that might drive these fools to madness is Jiang Yueqing's sultry voice."
The elder beside her let out a low chuckle, his deep-set eyes twinkling. "She knows her audience well. Most of these fools would empty their coffers just for her smile."
Long Tian, lounging lazily with one arm resting on the armrest, smirked but said nothing. His fingers tapped rhythmically against the wood. "She could sell them river water and call it 'Elixir of Immortality,' and half the room would start bidding," he finally drawled.
