Fight of the Rich

The appearance of Yang Ting and Jiang Siyin caused the atmosphere to become tense suddenly. Shen Jing looked at the two people beside her and furrowed her brows. She wondered secretly if it attending the auction had been the wrong choice.

"Young Master Jiang, is your face any better? I'm really sorry. The next time you come over, perhaps my mood will be better and I won't hit you as hard." Mo Wen extended a hand and patted Jiang Siyin's shoulder, as if the both of them were good brothers who knew each other well.

Mo Wen's pat was casual, but Jiang Siyin felt a shock, as his body trembled and nearly fell off the chair! He thought Mo Wen was going to beat him up again, as the incident this morning was still fresh in his memory.

"Don't touch me!" After realizing that he had lost his composure, Jiang Siyin blushed. He then glared at Mo Wen with malice in his eyes.