Ning Rongyue snorted coldly. "Do you think this will bring him down?"
Kang Sutong detected the sarcasm in her voice but still smiled. "He really should hear how you defend him behind his back. I just wonder if he'd appreciate it."
Ning Rongyue's expression shifted slightly.
Meanwhile, items were already being auctioned off on the stage.
The first few auction items were nothing special—either genuine works by famous masters or jewelry and similar items. This continued until the tenth item was brought out, at which point a buzz of whispers arose from the audience. Listening closely, most were expressions of surprise.
Ning Guiwan was completely stunned.
Presented on the auction stage was, surprisingly, a piece of clothing. Draped over a plastic mannequin, the fabric was light and airy, seeming as if it could flutter even without a breeze.
