After their meal, they went to the auction house.
The uncle had changed into inconspicuous clothing, but he still wore a hat.
Although he was fifty, he still looked young, and he was reserved and gentlemanly.
This auction was very big. Everyone who could enter certainly had quite a lot of capital.
Today's auction was a charity auction, so there were many people there. Many reporters attended as well.
Xing Jiuan and her uncle had also been photographed. However, as the two of them were not famous and were not well-known wealthy people in Country Hua, they still managed to keep a low profile even if they attracted some attention with their looks and temperament.
"You don't like to be photographed?" the uncle asked softly.
Xing Jiuan was only staring at one spot and her gaze was a little cold.
She shook her head when she heard this. "No. Let's go in."
