"Brother Cheng, you're not jealous, are you?"
Cheng Yan scowled in response. "Get lost," he snapped, glancing back up at the stage, only to see that Yao Tang had already left.
He picked up his phone and sent another message.
"I'm here at the Gala. Are you free later?" Cheng Yan took a photo of the stage and sent it over to affirm his location.
Yao Tang immediately responded, "Yes."
Cheng Yan's heart raced in his chest upon seeing the reply. He nodded at his phone, looking like a young kid who had just been told that Christmas came early.
Who would've thought that he'd actually bump into Yao Tang here? It was really a pleasant surprise? Thinking that he could actually, finally be able to see her, his entire mood brightened.
"Now that the beautiful performances are over, it's time for our auction. I'm sure you're all looking forward to this part–now, why don't I start with the first item from our collection?"
