A playful remark instantly shattered the amazement in Qiao Chengxun's eyes, his gaze quickly reverting to its former coldness.
He lowered his head as if nothing had happened, continuing to read the news, thinly pursed lips speaking, "Answer my question."
Wen Meimei giggled, "Do I look like I'm in pain from menstrual cramps right now, all lively and energetic?"
"Shut up and eat your breakfast."
"How can I eat breakfast with my mouth shut, you're crazy..."
Wen Meimei pouted and began to eat her breakfast.
Unnoticed by her, the man sitting opposite her hooked his lips into a slightly imperceptible smile.
...
Longsheng Grand Hotel, a luxuriously arranged auction venue, brimming with VIPs.
Rich folks and art lovers from all over the country, even the world, gathered together, the men in suits and leather shoes, the women clad in formal gowns.
Before the auction began, the scene was undoubtedly one of competitive allure.