Pampered by Short-Lived Bigshot by Beautiful Crescent

Chapter 172: 138 Fifth Master Protects His Own, Mysterious Woman Finishes the Job (3rd Update)

Jiang Jinsang strode toward the auction hall, yet there was some distance from the surveillance room.

“Master, don’t worry,” said Jiang Cuo, following closely behind him. “I saw that Miss Tang didn’t suffer any loss. When Zhuang Rao encountered her, it’s hard to tell who was more unlucky.”

“Moreover, Jiang Jiu is still there, she definitely won’t suffer a loss.”

“It’s just that I don’t understand. When watching the video, he seemed to just stand by and watch the whole time, not moving at all.”

…

Jiang Cuo had long wanted to “kick someone when they’re down,” since a certain scheming man had always been stealing his thunder.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Jinsang heard this, he just glanced at him from the corner of his eye, “Jiang Jiu was right about one thing…”

“You really talk too much. Forget about your year-end bonus this year.”

Jiang Cuo: “…”

Why him! Isn’t Jiang Jiu the one who should be fined?

**

At this moment in the auction hall, the hotel staff, seeing that something was wrong and that no one else was breaking up the fight, felt compelled to step in despite their reluctance.

man of too high a rank for anyone to dare to stop. The ones

Talk about bad luck!

gentlemen, the auction is about to begin. Please, if

said, her voice gentle and delicate,

kind,” the staff member replied, somewhat embarrassed

was guilty of excessive bullying. Now, with Tang Wan’s dignified and magnanimous

temper. Nowadays, there are still people practicing

more cultured people are, the less likely they are to look down on others. Just look at her manner; despite their dispute, she remains courteous to others, not involving bystanders. That is what breeding

Rao has truly lost face, but who knows if there was

…

feeling choked with resentment that she

nature, felt justified in her actions. After being

the fuck are you pretending for!” she shrieked, as if ready to devour

plan for the evening had backfired, and she had unwittingly implicated herself, adding to

the good guy, you think you can slap me and that’s

resolute, her expression clearly challenging: “If you have the guts, come and

Wan’s response could barely be considered self-defense; if Zhuang Rao attacked her

to rush headlong into the fray, especially given that other

won’t let you off

around, she collided with the

eyes as deep as the night, every inch of his facial features as if meticulously crafted by the Creator

pale, sickly-looking skin gave off an impression of a delicate and frail beauty, yet there was an inherent pride