Su Qingwan's face turned pale, and now she felt that she had reached a point where it was hard to back down.
She took a deep breath, squeezed out a slight smile on her face, and with her own hands, she put her hair up into a simple bun and secured it with a hairpin.
She carried herself with an unhurried and elegant demeanor, as if she had never been rejected.
Yet in her seemingly casual glance towards Su Ye, there was a thick layer of hatred.
"That one seems troublesome to deal with,"
Yuan Honglang stroked his chin, pondering as he spoke to Su Ye.
Su Ye hooked her lips into a smile.
She was not sure about others, but when it came to herself, Su Qingwan had never shown any mercy.
She didn't have to worry about offending Su Qingwan, for even if she did nothing, Su Qingwan already despised her.
In the following auction items, as long as Su Ye made a bid, regardless of the amount, Su Qingwan would immediately call out two million yuan.