"No matter who makes the final bid, I'll outbid them by a hundred pieces."
The seemingly casual words were like a stone thrown into an already turbulent lake, stirring the undercurrents beneath the surface.
"It's him! No, it can't be him! I must be mistaken!"
Qin Yiyao's body stiffened, her beautiful face filled with shock.
At this moment, she forgot her surroundings, forgot the people she hadn't yet killed, forgot the many life-and-death encounters she'd faced. She forgot the pain she had experienced... In front of her, and in her mind, remained only that flamboyant figure in red.
On that incredibly handsome face, there seemed to always be a defiant smile.
Qin Yiyao couldn't believe her ears, that person shouldn't appear here. But this voice, she had long since ingrained it into her soul, how could she hear it wrong?
Qin Yiyao seemed to hear the anger hidden in that nonchalant tone.
He's angry! He's angry!
