Su Ran emotionally sighed, his eyes full of melancholy. His worn-out appearance would make anyone feel heartbroken.
"Look at my filthy mouth, not careful with my words at all, you must have misheard me. Ha ha, I... I was about to process the Supreme VIP membership card for you. This card provides numerous discounts on all auctioned treasures..."
Zhu Yuepo had a flattering expression, long lost was the tall stance of a sales director. The self-criticism was extremely profound. However, before he could finish his spiel, Nan Qiang opened his mouth again and interrupted him.
"Misheard? How come I also heard you say, you resent that Brother Spilt Water is embarrassing himself here and you want to drive him out?"
Nan Qiang added more fuel to the fire, chuckling coldly and leaving no room for argument.
"Well, this..."
Zhu Yuepo—who had been pampered and privileged for so long, found it hard to deal with this awkward situation— fell silent with discomfort written all over his face.
