The murmuring voices inside the hall instantly quietened when the lights dimmed. Everyone was excited to witness the upcoming bidding war.
Ming Zhi Yi entered the stage wearing a different mask.
While he began to speak as the host, a low voice suddenly reached Xiong Zhi's ears.
"I wonder why he has to wear a mask every time when everyone here already knows who he is. What is the point of wearing a mask?"
The rich and deep voice of a man made Xiong Zhi turn around.
"Linfeng." Her stoic expression softened.
Linfeng smiled back. He took a seat beside Xiong Zhi. He greeted the old man beside her.
Old Xiong ignored him and pretended that he did not hear a thing.
Xiong Zhi: "Why did you come here? I don't mind even if you stay there with your brothers. It has been a while since you all last met. We can still meet later after the auction."
