At this moment, Ru Mengxue was sitting in the inner hall. She was sitting in the front row.
Her temperament was still delicate and pitiful, but there was a complicated aura. Different identities and different torments made her exude a strange charm.
Although the inner hall was bustling with activity, her gaze would occasionally glance outside.
It didn't matter who was missing in the hall, but it couldn't be without that person.
More and more customers came.
The servant who reported the name of the gift shouted at the top of his voice.
"A pair of red corals flying together ~~~"
"An exquisite nine-colored jade crown ~~"
"Wu Kaizhi's authentic painting, Wind, Flower, Snow, Moon and Night ~~"
"Three catties of rare Blood Silver ~~"
"A pair of ancient jade ~~"
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...
The servant boy shouted loudly. The hall was extremely lively.
As time passed, the doors of the villa gradually closed. Almost everyone had arrived.
