Wen Meimei rested her chin on her hands, perplexed. What's wrong with Feng Wu? She looks in pain.
Pfft, what does it have to do with her? Let King of Hell Qiao snuggle with whoever he wants; she couldn't care less.
Wait a minute, King of Hell Qiao just left???
Ha... Wen Meimei immediately felt delighted. Good riddance; she didn't want to linger in this place at all.
Seizing the chance before the bidding conference officially started, she quickly got up and left.
No sooner had she stepped out of the VIP area than she heard someone calling her, "Pisces, Little Tizi."
Looking in the direction of the voice, she saw Tang Yuxin and his foster father, Tang Guodong, sitting side by side. The latter was chatting away with someone nearby, while the former's face was full of teasing.
Wen Meimei immediately flashed a naively cheerful smile at him, "I'm off to have some fun. I'll come back later to have roast duck with you."