Nian Xiaomu was so shocked that she retracted her hands at once!
She even turned around, turned on the tap, and washed her hands.
When she met Fan Yu's confused gaze, she explained awkwardly and said, "Umm, my hand seems to have touched your wound just now and made contact with some blood…"
Fan Yu: "…"
His wound had already started to form a scab—where did the blood come from?
As if he had sensed something, Fan Yu turned around; a noticeable look flashed past his eyes when he saw Yu Yuehan strolling toward them.
All of a sudden, Fan Yu thought of something, and the corner of his mouth suddenly curved up into a gentle smile as he took the initiative to greet him.
"It seems like Young Master Han is very interested in tonight's auction."
"For such a busy man like Young Master Fan to personally make a trip here, tonight's auction is indeed very special," Yu Yuehan maintained his composure and replied indifferently.
