With the auction of the Fire Qilin Spirit coming to an end, the entire auction concludes.
Lin Chen follows behind Ning Hesheng to the backstage to make the payment and handle the exchange of the auction item.
Entering the backstage, Lin Chen sees the young man in white, standing with his hands behind his back, smiling as he watches everyone making their exchanges.
The payment order is according to the auction item's serial number, which means Ning Hesheng is last. Thus, Ning Hesheng isn't in a rush to pay and waits in place.
While waiting, the young man in white suddenly steps over and stops in front of Ning Hesheng.
"Don't you want to thank me? Otherwise, you might not have been able to buy this Fire Qilin."
Ning Hesheng smiles slightly: "Indeed, I should thank you. If you had insisted on bidding, I might have had to pay a higher price."
It's okay to thank, but definitely can't admit I'm out of money!
If I say I'm out of money, wouldn't that mean I owe someone a favor?
