"Damn, rich people!"
Standing to the side, Xiao Yifeng was taken aback by the beautiful "royal sister" who casually bid two million.
And Du Wenxing, dressed in a suit, lifted the corner of his mouth in a peculiar smile and said, "Five million. I will take this painting."
"Du Wenxing, you..."
Qin Wanting's face immediately darkened, her eyes glaring at Du Wenxing with some anger.
"Wanting, I said we were just competing fairly."
Qin Wanting, filled with rage, her ample chest heaving slightly, glanced at the ink bamboo painting and ultimately gave up unwillingly. In a contest of wealth, she was simply no match for Du Wenxing, so continuing the competition was pointless.
"Young Master Du, the painting is now yours," Manager Dong said with a beaming smile to Du Wenxing.
"Wanting, don't be angry," Du Wenxing said, looking at Qin Wanting.
"Du Wenxing, our relationship isn't that close, so please address me as Miss Qin," Qin Wanting said with a face that was slightly ice-cold.
