Ye Qingchen cupped his hands toward Qin Yue and said politely, "I must thank you for your help this time, Miss Qin. I wouldn't have obtained the Thousand-Year Peony Heart Grass so smoothly without it."
Seeing his formal manner, Qin Yue let out a laugh. "You've said it before. Between us, there's no need for such courtesies."
Ye Qingchen scratched his head. I really did say something like that to her. For a moment, he was at a loss for words.
Qin Yue could see his awkwardness and spoke up. "The auction has just ended, and I have some things to attend to. I won't keep you company any longer." After speaking, Qin Yue stood up and left.
