After Ji Fengyan said that, even the composed Ji Mubai could not keep his cool.
Ji Qiu's face had become even most ghastly. "Don't need!"
Ji Fengyan raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Don't need anymore?"
Ji Qiu sucked in a breath and suppressed the urge to spit blood. "I have misunderstood you."
Ji Fengyan smiled and said, "What did Eldest Uncle misunderstand? If you don't explain it clearly, I won't be able to understand."
Ji Qiu stared expressionlessly at Ji Fengyan and almost had to squeeze out the words through his teeth.
"The defensive amulet is yours."
Ji Fengyan laughed.
The auctioneer who had witnessed everything had finally understood what had happened, except that he lowered his head at the side tactfully, as if he knew nothing.
Regardless of how tactful the auctioneer was, Ji Qiu was feeling utterly regretful now.
