Zhao Jingjing smiled and said, "It's okay, I'll show you how to do it."
He was thinking that he was clearly provoked by what Zhao Xiaoyue, that brainless girl, had just said, yet he put all his strength into her waist.
Let's go!
Situ Ming had no interest in competing with this person; he posed no threat whatsoever to him, and wasn't even a rival in love.
Before they could finish speaking, Mr. Zhao had already been led quite a distance by the man.
The scene of Ciyunhang's auction
Today's attendees are all powerful and influential figures from across the country and even the world; this auction is no ordinary event.
"I heard that the boss behind Ciyunhang is coming today, is that right?"
Situ Ming held the lovely little woman's arm, tucking a strand of her hair playfully behind her ear.
"Um."
Just as Mr. Zhao was getting excited, he noticed that Zheng Qian, whom he hadn't seen in a long time, was being linked arm-in-arm with a middle-aged man and talking to a greasy-looking man.
After a few words, the two women smiled, and Zheng Qian stiffly downed a glass of wine in one gulp.
Then the middle-aged man took Zheng Qian and wandered among all sorts of men, including a playboy who jokingly tried to get Zheng Qian to drink.
The middle-aged man also had a smile on his face and showed no intention of stopping them.
Zhao Jingjing, dressed in a satin cheongsam, walked gracefully to Zhao Xiaoyue's side.
"Stop looking. This is the fate of low-class rich girls like us: tools for arranged marriages, bargaining chips to exchange for business opportunities at any time. Even someone like Zheng Qian can't escape the fate arranged by her family, let alone me?"
Zhao Jingjing took a small sip of champagne. "So... you understand!"
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