The waiter led them to a second-floor stand partitioned with a screen. Someone served them two cups of coffee and exquisitely roasted Western snacks before quietly leaving.
"Come and sit down."
Yu Qingliu seemed to be very familiar with the place. He pulled out a chair and sat down. Then, he turned and called for Ji Ziyin to follow him.
Ji Ziyin observed his every move and found a seat near the stands like him before looking at the auction hall below.
Her beautiful face was fair and slightly red. Her black eyes looked at the old man beside her, and she said in a low voice, "Elder Yu, the people from the reclusive families you mentioned…"
In the evening, Yu Qingliu had specifically mentioned to her that many people from the reclusive families would be attending tonight's auction. However, she had not seen many people so far.
