It was time for the auction to start. The lights inside the venue slowly dimmed, and the ceiling lights on the stage lit up. The host stood behind the podium, and the lights focused on him.
He looked at the guests below the stage, and a passionate and unrestrained smile broke out of his mouth. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!"
Upon hearing the voice from the stage, Mo Qian returned to his senses and said, "Alright, stop joking. The auction is starting."
Xiang Nan succumbed to the Mo siblings' abuse of power and naturally didn't dare to say anything more. He took a sip of water from his teacup and shrank into his chair, quietly pulling the chair closer to Mo Qian.
Zhuang Bai retracted his gaze and looked at the host on the stage.
Zhuang Hang glanced at Mo Qian, then at his elder brother. He thought of something and also fell silent.
Under the dim light, Mo Qian sized up Zhuang Bai without a sound.
