The pristine snow lotus, pure white and flawless, is placed inside a delicate glass box surrounded by dazzling lights, capable of captivating the hearts of any woman in the world.
After hesitating for three minutes, Xu Siyu ultimately remained silent. It wasn't that she truly believed Mr. Ye's words, but she decided to leave a better impression on him by not bidding further. She let the snow lotus fall into the hands of someone else, although she did not give up, she was not greatly affected by it.
"Mr. Ye, is there anything you like? If you're willing, you can chat with me. I took this photo for you to make up for today's unhappiness."
As the snow lotus left the stage, Xu Siyu whispered softly.
