Her whole body was shocked and she hugged her body in panic.
What, what's going on?
Why is she dressed like this?
Who is it?
Who changed her clothes?[
Jiang Nanyan trembled and looked up, meeting a pair of terrifying and greedy almond eyes.
There was a bright flame shining there, a kind of greed that made people unable to help but feel frightened.
Jiang Nanyan shrank her neck subconsciously, looked at the woman in front of her who was wearing strange clothes and holding a whip in her hand, and asked with a trembling voice, "You...who are you? Why did you arrest me!?"
The woman was indifferent to Jiang Nanyan's question. She turned around and asked the attendant beside her, "Is anyone here?"
"Not yet, but..." The attendant shook his head, took a step forward, and lowered his voice, "Huangfulian from the capital is here! What should I do? Will the auction continue?"
The woman was stunned, and it took her a few seconds to come back to her senses, "Huangfulian? Why did he come back? Did you see the wrong person?"
"My subordinate is not mistaken. Huangfulian is indeed here. He is now sitting at the VIP table above." The attendant said, glancing towards the upper right corner of his eyes.
The woman followed the follower's gaze and glanced at the upper right corner. When she saw the lazy figure, she was slightly startled.
Although Songguo is one of the top three richest countries among the sixteen countries, Huangfulian, as the king, has never been involved in slave trading. Why today...