Fu Nancheng's lips curled into a deeper arc, giving a half-smile as he looked at the woman in front of him, "Want to sit?"
Qiao Mo's face turned beet red, like a ripe apple, as she realized he meant "sit," not "do"!
Damn!
Has she lost her mind!
"Fu... Mr. Fu, I'm going to the restroom."
Qiao Mo fled in haste, and Fu Nancheng didn't make things hard for her. It was more than ten minutes later that Qiao Mo returned to the private room.
By then, the auction had already started. The screen displayed an oil painting, which Qiao Mo didn't quite understand and wasn't interested in, so she sat quietly to the side, trying to minimize her presence.
What surprised Qiao Mo was that during the entire auction lasting over an hour, Fu Nancheng and Yan Jiu just looked at the screen with indifferent expressions. The electronic bidding device on the coffee table hadn't moved, and neither had bid from start to finish.
