Zhang Wei leaned back, savoring the tension bubbling in the auction hall like the finest wine.
His gaze drifted to Qiao Qing, who, to his amusement, hadn't denied Yang Lei's audacious claim that she was his "wife." Not a single flinch, not a single glare.
Well, well, he mused. Is that how it is, then?
But the revelation left him oddly uninterested. If she was already caught up with the likes of that, then his attention was better placed elsewhere. His eyes slid over to Ye Mengying, the beautiful, mature woman whose mere presence exuded a refined charm. Her every gesture seemed meticulously controlled, a far cry from the hotheaded Monkey beside her.
'This "Monkey" dared call me a "little white face"?' Zhang Wei's lips curled into a devilish smirk. 'Let's see who's the real monkey here.'