Behind her, there were only a few faces with a colored light on them.
Strange, I clearly felt someone watching me just now, why is it gone when I turn around?
Xin Lin wondered.
At this moment, Jiang Qing had already walked away.
The auction was about to start soon, and he was busy with his tasks.
"Where did that singer come from? So strikingly beautiful."
At the next table, a male warrior with beer-smelling breath swayed over.
Xin Lin's exceptional appearance caught the attention of everyone present, both men and women.
Especially the men, who were like flies seeing honey, eager to rush over.
Ordinary women, if they were from respectable families or major sects, wouldn't come alone to a place like Taoyao Pavilion.
So the guests had already assumed that Xin Lin was not a woman from a respectable family.
