Dai Yugu wore a dog-collar-thick gold chain around his neck, exuding the full demeanor of a nouveau riche, and scornfully looked toward Wang Shiyun and Ye Feng as he sneered, "Yo, don't tell me you two are also here to attend this auction? Did you notice the standards here?"
Sitting in the passenger seat, Han Die looked down on the two with similar disdain.
Especially when she saw the Wuling Hongguang Mini that Wang Shiyun drove, the contempt in her eyes intensified.
"I'm telling you, Wang Shiyun, you really are slumming it, driving this kind of car? I'm embarrassed for you."
The reason the two mocked Wang Shiyun and Ye Feng so mercilessly was entirely because they had lost face at the restaurant yesterday.
Who would have thought that, as fate would have it, they'd bump into them here today.