Lin Yifan, puzzled, took the plaque and asked, "What is this for?"
"Not even knowing what an auction plaque is and still attending an auction, how embarrassing," mocked a short, plump man sitting in the front row, resembling a toad.
Next to him sat a voluptuous woman who looked rather provocative.
"Hehe! Mr. Tian, can't a rich tycoon be like that?" The voluptuous woman also ridiculed with a sneer.
"Rich tycoon? More like a bumpkin trying to act rich. Shameless!" Mr. Tian said with disdain.
Facing their mockery and disdain, Lin Yifan responded indifferently, "When did a toad and a chicken get together?"
"You..." Mr. Tian trembled with anger. He hated being called a toad the most in his life; therefore, he would not let go of this handsome and dashing man, who was far more attractive than him, easily.
At the same moment, the provocative woman was also infuriated.
"What what what? Isn't it just a toad and a chicken?" Lin Yifan asked fearlessly.
