The clown turned out to be herself
"Why are you following me? Don't you have to talk with the bigshots?" Ling Qingyu had black lines over her forehead as she asked Yang Qingyue beside her.
The auction had ended but very few people left the venue, where individuals in the same circle rarely had time to meet. Who would be willing to waste the time, going back?
Business deals, cooperations and news exchange—these benefits no one wanted to lack behind.
Apart from a real solitary person, everyone stayed. Missing opportunities meant loss measured in millions.
Of course, the cooperation intent didn't include Ling Qingyu because she planned to return to the manor after picking up her items from the auction.
She had had enough of staying around the polluted air. Even though they called themselves upper class, Ling Qingyu thought no better.
Ling Yunxiang, Zhao Xiurong, Tang Ziyi and Xiao Yue were also following Ling Qingyu's steps while admiring the masterpieces on the side.