Ye Xixi felt a stifling heaviness in her chest, and just as she was about to shoot a Silver Needle at Shui's fox-like face with the rose petals on her fingers, Wen Zao impatiently pushed Shui to the side.
"Speak if you have something to say, otherwise get lost. If you piss off a certain little thing, suffer the consequences yourself!"
This left Shui somewhat confused, but upon seeing the Young Master's grim expression and cold eyes, she knew he was already displeased. Unwillingly, she pursed her lips and gave up on her seductive thoughts.
"The invitations for next week's auction at the Lu Family Manor have all been sent out, but we still haven't found out if Adolf will accept the invitation to attend."
