Until all eighteen auction items were sold, neither Long Teng nor Song Donghai made a move.
In the second-floor private room, Mu Qian's face grew increasingly cold, exuding an air of hostility.
The colder he became, the less Wen Jiaren knew what to say, so she decided to remain silent, quietly watching the situation downstairs until Mu Xiao fell asleep in her arms. The atmosphere in the private room became even more tense and silent.
The Wen Jiaren of now is ultimately not the same as before. She doesn't understand Mu Qian's temperament, doesn't know how to comfort people, and has no idea what he is thinking at the moment. She avoids touching landmines easily!
Downstairs, the most important moment of the evening had finally arrived. What exactly were the three mysterious auction items?
