Xiang Xiaoyuan was stunned, but she still took the wallet from him. She looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
"I'll tell you later." Lu Wanggui's warm breath landed on her ear.
Xiang Xiaoyuan shrunk her neck. "Ok."
On the stage, Zhong Huai's painting was auctioned off at a high price of eight million yuan. The successful bidder had a glowing face, as if they were celebrating the new year. Xiang Xiaoyuan did not understand this kind of mentality. The only thing she was happy about was that the boring auction had finally ended.
Lu Bei went to the bathroom and went outside to get some fresh air. Xiang Xiaoyuan was brought to a quiet corner by Lu Wanggui. This manor was surrounded by mountains and water. Its design was also very unique, like a castle in the middle ages.
