Ruan Yingtong held the cake with cream smeared on the corner of her mouth, round eyes admiringly looking at Yun Yue.
Yun Yue always managed to remain so calm, confident, and self-assured.
It was great being her friend.
Mo Fan calmly raised his bidding paddle, increasing the price.
She really wasn't short on money, even her smallest jobs earned her tens of millions. If she couldn't outbid, she'd probably resort to robbery.
"Who is it, clashing with us! I want to see who's not giving any..." Feng Ye's delicate face showed anger as he walked over to the edge and looked down.
He raised the price and she followed suit; it was already 110 million.
Catching a glimpse of a figure in the booth, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, his voice coming to an abrupt halt.
Eyes widened.
A brat?!
The girl sat lazily on the couch, playing with her phone, her duckbill hat a signature look for her, both rogue and proud, legs crossed, a boss's posture.
Totally cool and wildly arrogant!
