"How about I have them come over and introduce them to you?"

A flash of disgust crossed Chu Wuyang's eyes, and his heart was filled with rage.

She immediately and forcefully shook off his hand:

"Qiao An! What do you want to do! Let me go!"

Joan did not back down; instead, she revealed an even more arrogant smile:

"That's an interesting question, madam. My intentions are not as simple as just wanting to do something."

He deliberately lowered his voice and teased,

"Look at these people, even those who've had plastic surgery aren't worthy of comparing to you,"

"You are the real gem!"

"Don't be shy, come and see how everyone welcomes you."

Chu Wuyang's face turned pale with anger, and her tone became incredibly sharp:

“Qiao An, if you do this, my husband Jing Min is a distinguished guest invited by your father,”

He will never let you go!

"You'd better let me go right now!"

However, Joanne's smile deepened, completely ignoring her words.

He bent slightly and said in a low voice:

"Jingmin?"

What can he do?

"He's just a businessman,"

"Compared to me, they are far inferior."

Upon hearing these words, Chu Wuyang felt an overwhelming surge of anger.

But she knew she couldn't lose her temper in this situation.

She stared coldly at Joan, her eyes burning with rage that seemed to ignite the entire room.

She turned to leave, but Joan grabbed her wrist:

"Don't rush off, madam!"

Qiao An quickly pulled, pushing Chu Wuyang towards the cage.

A burst of wild cheers erupted from the crowd, filling the entire hall with an absurd atmosphere.