The Number One Beauty (1)

There was no need to mention how bloody and chaotic the platform was. From the moment the embroidered ball was thrown down, the men had been in an uproar. In the past, it was just a game for the rich. Now, it was all based on brute force. Countless people had racked their brains to snatch the embroidered ball.

The drumbeats were impassioned, and the shouts were deafening. Screams were endless. At first, Yu Wan was still watching without blinking. In the end, it was so chaotic that she could no longer tell who was who. She could only lean back in her chair and yawn.

On the other hand, Yan Jiuchao had a look of relish.

"He's indeed a brat." He didn't watch beauties but instead watched fights.

"What are you muttering about?" Yan Jiuchao turned around coldly.

"Nothing." Yu Wan stuffed a hawthorn fruit into her mouth.