The man's expression remained unreadable as he dismissed the prompt.
"No."
Rather than harming himself, he could easily get their names by just interacting.
"It's about to start. Let's sit down."
His sister didn't question it, pushing off the railing with a lazy stretch. As they moved toward their seats, her gaze flickered toward the two blank spaces in the crowd, curiosity lingering in her crimson eyes.
Qingran's fingers drummed idly against the stem of her wine glass as she observed the auction floor. The stage was bathed in warm golden light which was the centerpiece of the grand hall, while men and women in tailored suits and designer dresses lounged in plush seats, exchanging murmurs and subtle glances.
Feng Yizhou, seated beside her, was entirely at ease, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. "Anything catching your eye yet?" he murmured, his voice smooth, just loud enough for her to hear over the ambient noise.
