"33.33 million!" Ran Yu's eyes sparkled as she looked at him with a flattering expression, "How much do you think I could get for it at a pawnshop?"
Lu Ziheng's eyes narrowed sharply, his face, which was originally gentle and warm, turned dark in an instant, his tone light yet filled with an intangible oppression, "Why don't... you go to a pawnshop and try?"
Having spent a lot of time together, Ran Yu immediately caught the warning in his dark eyes and hurriedly said with a grin, "Not at all, not at all, it's just a hypothetical, just hypothetical!"
Lu Ziheng sighed quietly as he looked at her sweet little mannerisms, glanced at the time, and pinched her waist, "Are you hungry?"
Ran Yu nodded vigorously, "I'm about to starve."
First, she was tormented for hours by stylists at the makeover salon, and then she sat here for several more hours, her back sore and stomach growling...
But thinking back to how she was brought onstage earlier gave her a bit of smug satisfaction.
