Song Sifan slightly opened the window, flicking her fingertips out as if touching something in the air.

The scent of cats still lingers here.

He made a phone call and instructed his assistant not to handle anything related to Kang Jiao.

The assistant was a little confused when he received the call, but he quickly understood.

Kang Jiao's scandals are flying everywhere, and her agent is demanding that the company issue a lawyer's letter.

However, the assistant skillfully managed to evade the issue.

They waited until the paparazzi arrived and took pictures while peering over the iron gate.

Kang Jiao, who had been tied to the spire all night, woke up in a daze.

Looking down from her vantage point, she instantly saw numerous cameras pointing at her and then looked at her own situation.

Kang Jiao screamed like a madwoman!

However, after yelling for a while, she ran out of strength. One of her arms and legs was dislocated, and her whole body was ice cold. She wanted to faint, but hatred kept her awake.

She recalled the events of last night, repeating them in a hoarse voice.

"Jiu Maomao is not human, Jiu Maomao is a devil..."

"Jiu Maomao is not human, Jiu Maomao is a devil..."

Before long, a line of private cars drove up, and many elite businessmen got out.

"Huh? The Vientiane Auction House is making quite a show of force today, with so many reporters?"

"Indeed, it seems that Vientiane Auction House is very confident in the joint auction! This is a publicity stunt."

"The items up for auction today are quite nice, let's go in."

...

"Wait, why are they filming from the rooftop?"

"That's indecent!"

"Isn't that Kang Jiao? Kang Minghui's celebrity niece."

A group of people immediately stood at the door, not going in.

Not long after, Kang Minghui arrived.

"Haha, welcome everyone to today's auction. Why are you all standing here? Please come in."