Auction Bidding, Three Billion and Two Hundred Million Spiritual Marrows, Played Like a Fool From the Very Start

"Haitang's friend, huh?"

Daoist Wang looked at Chu Kuangren with the animosity in his eyes growing increasingly intense. Then, he greeted, "Greetings, Brother Chu. My name is Wang Hang, future heir of the Wang clan. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine."

"Brother Chu, the auction is about to begin. Let us find somewhere to sit," Tang Haitang said.

She then found two seats next to each other.

The two of them sat together and started chatting happily.

A malicious gaze landed on the two of them from behind. It was no doubt from the Wang clan's Wang Hang, and everyone around could not help but become amused upon seeing that.

"Interesting. The city lord's daughter seems very fond of this young man. Could she have fallen for him?"

"Hm. It's quite possible. With that look and temperament, even I'd fall for him if I were a woman."

"Indeed…"