Yao Qingzhen had no idea where Tang Yi had come up with such a conclusion, as if there was still a chance for her after Yu Yanshen had chosen her.
There was none, whether it was An Jing or herself, Tang Yi didn't stand much of a chance.
In front of a man with absolutely zero dignity, such a contender, apart from being kicked out of the game, Yao Qingzhen couldn't think of any other outcome.
Yao Qing relaxed the muscles in her shoulders, slumped lazily against the cushions of the sofa, and watched her with half-closed eyes.
"So what if I had gone to that auction? It's not like Yu Yanshen hasn't seen me before. Do you think he'd abandon An Jing and run to me after seeing me again? Do you think that's possible, huh?"
Yao Qing asked quietly, her sentence filled with several small, hook-laden questions.
Tang Yi, not knowing what to think, clenched her hands in frustration.
