Midway through the auction, the staff specially brought drinks and snacks to Yun Qiluo, purely to curry favor with Yan Yan.
Yun Qiluo munched on sunflower seeds, watching with great interest, and her eyes lit up when she saw a set of purple clay teaware.
"Beautiful woman, how about this one?"
Yan Yan's gaze moved off her face and glanced at it: "Not bad."
It's an antique and is very well-preserved.
Yun Qiluo was quite excited, "Then this is the one. My dad seems to really like tea; I can just give it to him."
Yan Yan responded: "Sure."
The host began to introduce the set of purple clay teaware, and the more he introduced, the more tempted Yun Qiluo became. When the bidding started, her little eyebrows furrowed:
"The starting price is one million??"
Yun Qiluo, who once was too stingy to spend six bucks on a game skin, felt her mental endurance had now greatly improved.
If it were the past, she would have jumped up long ago.
But even now, she still felt heartbroken.
