Tan Jingyao was completely unaware that he was being used. He was smiling at Yu Xiulan while paying attention to the auction.
Han Qingshan had frowned slightly when he saw that Yu Xiulan was seated next to this CEO, not because he was jealous, but because he felt she was up to no good.
Still, this was just a matter of money, and even if Tan Jingyao would continue to raise the price, it was not like he could not afford it.
"Fourteen million yuan," Han Qingshan retracted his gaze and casually raised his number, calling out another price, no longer paying attention to the ones behind him.
Tan Jingyao was uncomfortable. He was rich, but even if he was rich, he had once been of common origins. To him, fourteen million was a lot of money.
