Mu Chen had a bewildered expression.
"You are... President Tu Su. Why are you so angry? Is it about last night's auction?"
Mu Chen did indeed receive an invitation to the Taoyao Pavilion auction.
But Mu Chen, being naturally carefree, barely managed to inherit the family business, let alone run something like Taoyao Pavilion.
So, after receiving the invitation, he tossed it aside and didn't bother with it at all.
It's just not attending an auction, does it really warrant such anger?
Anyone who didn't know better might think they had some deep-seated hatred.
"You still have the face to speak! How dare you deceive me!"
Last night, after receiving twenty million silver notes, Tu Suxia was overjoyed.
To celebrate, he eagerly fulfilled his earlier promise.
He gave the girls and guys who didn't want to stay a severance pay, and although it wasn't as much as promised, each received thousands of taels.
