"Wow, this chick is something."
Someone laughed, even whistling.
"Zhao, has this chick got her eye on you, coming over with Zhu Jiajia to snatch someone away, hahaha..."
"I think this chick is even more assertive than Zhu Jiajia, and doesn't cry or fuss. She should be Zhao's type."
The young masters were joking around without any restraint, treating them practically like commodities.
Zhu Jiajia's body trembled slightly, her fist involuntarily clenched, but the disparity in power was too great, she could only swallow her feelings and not react.
Gu Tong put an arm around her shoulder, clearly sensing her change, squeezed her shoulder in response, and laughed, "What type does Zhao like?"
As soon as she spoke, the room fell silent, all the young masters paused momentarily, then burst out laughing.
One of the young masters laughed heartily, teasing, "Zhao, she's asking what type you like, hahaha..."
