A small trolley was slowly pushed onto the stage by the auctioneer.
On top of the trolley was a large rectangular pedestal, covered with a red cloth, concealing something roughly the size of a fist.
"It looks like a bridal veil," Song Yun said with a smile.
Hua Qingcheng, however, was full of tension, and said, "Song Yun, everything depends on you now!"
"Hmm, no problem," Song Yun replied arrogantly, "A small ring with a starting price of just 1.2 million won't go much higher."
"Let's hope so."
