"Tch!" Yu Jiaxiao shot him a withering glare. "Sell it to you? You seem to have a serious misunderstanding of where you stand with me."
Zhou Yanjing cut straight to the chase, naming a figure. "A hundred thousand?"
Yu Jiaxiao’s resolute expression nearly crumbled under the assault of cold, hard cash.
A starting bid of a hundred thousand for a single photo? Did numbers under six figures even exist
















