Ying Fan nodded.
Once both sides' company representatives were present, the Jinghua representative made their entrance.
Rong Zhi leaned her chin on her hand, her eyelashes drooping. Her long legs, encased in slacks, were casually crossed. In the entire venue, she was the only one wearing a black mask, and she sat in the front row. The representative couldn't help but glance at her a few times.
The representative pressed their lips together, looking somewhat displeased.
No wonder the Rong Family has been declining in recent years; the representatives they send lack professionalism and seem indifferent to the bidding process.
In fact, the representative was overthinking it.
Rong Zhi simply hadn't fully recovered from her fever and, with the pre-bid remarks from the representative lacking in significance, she merely closed her eyes slightly to rest, waiting for the start of the bid. When the bidding began, she opened her eyes and attentively listened.
