Otherwise, how would he dare to swagger in here?
"A painting of a lady," the man said with a lecherous expression.
Jun Mochan sneered, "If you want a woman, why not just find a real beauty?"
Why drool over a painting?
"Bro, you don't get it? Even the prettiest beauty can't compare to the beauty and value of the one in the painting." On one hand, you can admire it, and on the other, it appreciates in value.
What a wonderful thing that is.
Jun Mochan instantly understood; he exchanged a knowing look with the other man that only men can understand.
Watching the exchange between the two, Ye Ranran rolled her eyes, bored, and started chatting with Cheng Lei.
"Who will end up owning tonight's artifacts?" Others might not know, but she did.
Soon someone would arrest that black market boss, who would inevitably end up in jail, involving the Song Family as well.
It was Song Jade who had him released, and the evidence was still in Jun Mochan's hands.
