Zhou Manhui seemed to have heard a ridiculously huge joke, scoffing with disdain from her throat, "You pay?"
"This bag of mine is a limited edition, worth millions. What can you, a pauper, compensate me with?"
She looked Xiao Yu up and down, her eyes filled with contempt and mockery, "Even if you sold your studio, it wouldn't fetch such a price."
Xiao Yu's face turned somewhat ugly, he grasped the cup in his hand and fell silent.
"I will tell President Yan about this. Don't even think about this contract," Zhou Manhui declared with an iron face as she looked at the damaged bag.
"Miss Zhou!" Xiao Yu was immediately anxious.
Ji Yuqiao withdrew her gaze and did not continue to watch.
Seeing two people she did not wish to encounter, she also instantly lost the interest to stay any longer.
"I have something to do, let's go," Ji Yuqiao said to Zhao Jiayan.
Zhao Jiayan was a bit surprised, "Aren't you going to say hello?"
Doesn't she… like Xiao Yu?