"Confirmed! These three raw stones now belong to that young lady from earlier, and I'll pay for them!"
As soon as Duan Ziqing finished speaking, the room burst into an uproar. Wasn't this a case of spending a fortune just to win a lady's smile? Which family's daughter was so lucky?
In the room, Duan Ziqing laughed heartily, completely ignoring Qiu Yanran's fiery gaze. He gave An Yiqing a charming yet mischievous look, with the pride of a victor in his eyes.
An Yiqing gazed at him calmly for a moment, then turned to the microphone and said, "Thanks to the gentleman earlier, but I can't accept something for nothing. Since the gentleman entrusted me with these raw stones, I would ask the auctioneer to re-auction them, and we'll donate the proceeds to the disaster area, fulfilling the gentleman's kind intentions."
The auctioneer had never encountered such a case of "borrowing flowers to offer Buddha," and was momentarily speechless, waiting dazedly for Duan Ziqing to speak.
