Ding Lin shrank back slightly and glanced to her side, but didn't spot Feng Bai's trace, and had no idea where Feng Bai had been taken.
"The first beauty is named Jiao Jiao, everyone who takes her back should treat her well, starting bid one hundred thousand, and each bid must be no less than fifty thousand."
The first beauty on Ding Lin's left was pushed out; she was so frightened that she hung her head low, not daring to look at the people below. Then the fierce bidding started, and she was eventually bought by a fat, middle-aged man around fifty, wearing a mask. Jiao Jiao was taken to the man, sobbing quietly in fear.
Then came the second and the third, until it was her turn, standing alone on the stage, being pushed forward so everyone could see her clearly.
Ding Lin bit her lower lip tightly, her hands trembling, as she heard Manager Bai introduce her as Linlin, twenty-one years old.
