Xiaren halted, her deep dark eyes focused on her, then she chuckled abruptly. "Miss Nie, you came over to call someone base, are you trying to show everyone how much you bid for yourself at the table? Trashy? Are you esteemed? Just a few pounds of meat is expensive, you feel proud and started showing off, right?"
Nie Yitong still looked as narrow-minded as before. If it were a new artist with poor resilience, they would have been scared to stay within the circle.
Unfortunately for her, the person she met was Qiao Xiaren, an experienced artist from her previous life.
"How, how dare you talk to me this way?" Nie Yitong looked upset, apparently disbelieving. At the end of the day, she was just a seventeen-year-old girl, shouldn't she be anxious and try to please me?"
