The exhibition hall was a bit chilly, and the shawl draped over Shen Jianian's bare shoulders felt just right. A casual glance met Yin Shuyao's gaze unexpectedly.
Even looking one more time was annoying, Shen Jianian quickly withdrew her gaze, lowering her head to adjust the hem of her shawl.
Someone walked briskly over to the table, dressed in formal black business attire and wearing thin silver-framed glasses, appearing over forty, exuding an elegant and scholarly demeanor. It was the person in charge from the auction organizer, coming over to greet them, his words hinting at goodwill.
Fu Jichen's expression was indifferent. He raised his hand slightly and said, "Just follow the rules. I'm only here to join the fun."
The person in charge was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smile, saying, "Then I won't disturb you."
Shen Jianian glanced at Fu Jichen. He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and turned to smile at her, "So, is there anything you like?"
