C57 Chapter 57

The madam kept banging the gong. “Two thousand ounces—one time!”

“Two thousand ounces—twice.”

“Two thousand ounces—three times.”

“Sold!”

Just like that, the woman on the stage belonged to Ji Rongfa for the night.

The crowd started buzzing, eager to see what Miss Ying’er looked like when she lifted her veil.

The madam decided to keep them hanging a little longer