Jiang Yi frowned, not knowing why He Tang was so determined to get that painting.
If He Tang hadn't gone up on stage, she had thought about finding the seller after the game ended to arrange a deal privately, to see if it was possible to sell to them.
But now that He Tang was standing up there, anything she said would be too late.
The wheel in the center had already started to turn slowly.
The two men, however, remained composed, maintaining their dignity.
Dai Xintong appeared excited, as if determined to win, while only He Tang bit her lower lip, her pale face turning ghostly white as cold sweat began to appear on her forehead.
Dai Xintong looked up at He Tang and sneered, "If you don't have the money, don't show off here. Isn't it embarrassing?"
He Tang seemed not to hear her mockery, her attention completely on the spinning wheel, waiting for the pointer to stop in front of her.
