An Ying said nothing more, remaining by her side until the time came to remind her to go inside.
Wen Jiaren nodded and entered the room, only to see Mu Qian with his back to her, staring motionlessly downstairs. She walked inside, where Mu Xiao was still asleep, even though it was quite late. The little one always had a punctual sleep schedule, so the atmosphere remained oppressively tense, making her feel awkward.
She didn't know how she used to interact with Mu Qian, but now she truly didn't know what to say.
Wen Jiaren walked over and sat down in her usual spot. The first mysterious auction item was presented, a Soul-cutting Blade. The hostess introduced its origin and purpose; it was a top-tier Spiritual Weapon, but she had no interest in it because it was too ugly and inconvenient to carry!
The man beside her seemed equally uninterested.
