"Humph!"
Ye Feng snorted coldly. "Who cares about Huirong Trading Company, who cares about their boss, since he dares to have designs on my people, he must pay the price!"
"Master!"
Fuuma Jianwu's eyes turned red.
On the first floor, John Lee had no idea that he was about to be in trouble.
At this moment, John Lee was greeting the Fog City's celebrities in the hall as if they were friends. Although many people didn't know John Lee, they still did their best to respond to John Lee out of basic courtesy.
This made John Lee's smile even brighter.
With a smile, John Lee walked to the front row of the auction hall unhurriedly. Then, as if he had forgotten his seat number, he slowly took out the invitation letter from his shirt pocket.
After looking at it for a while.
John Lee went straight to the fifth seat in the first row.
In an instant, countless eyes turned to John Lee.