Zhuang Jinshu's face, which had initially been filled with arrogant pride, darkened in an instant, and she blurted out without thinking:
"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to make decisions for me..."
Meeting Ming Ge's smirk, Zhuang Jinshu's fire died down, her voice silenced.
She suddenly remembered...
Just now, she had also...
Interjected to stop a merchant who wanted to buy the violet jadeite from Ming Ge's hands.
"Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to make decisions for me?!"
That sentence, each word, was as if striking heavily back on her own face, hitting her so hard her own mother wouldn't recognize her.
Even the wealthy businessmen who had just been fiercely competitive in their bidding were looking at Zhuang Jinshu with an embarrassed and subtle gaze.
Because they wanted to ask: Miss Jinshu, does your face... hurt?