Yang Qing's gaze turned serene, deep with a touch of melancholy and grace as he gazed at the clouds for what seemed to him like a century had passed by, when in truth it had been roughly about ten seconds.
Given how much of a bundle of nerves he was, those ten seconds might as well have been ten thousand years for all he cared.
Too nervous to care about Old Lei( as thinking about that old fiend would only agitate him further), he brought his attention back to the auction.
Overwhelmed by nervousness and years of being done in by horrible luck where nothing ever seemed to go his way, it was safe to say Yang Qing was too anxious to even sit down. So he maintained his one knee on the cushioned seats by the viewing window, staring firmly at the crowd, watching out for any movements.
