"Is this necklace pretty?" asked the well-known physics professor.
"It's okay."
Thus, Qiao Yun received a necklace worth five million.
"..."
Lu Zhanxing was stunned, shocked, and confused.
What was with these people?
Why were they giving his sister such an expensive gift the first time they met?
His lips quivered but he couldn't find a way to interrupt.
The person in question was dutifully holding a glass of orange juice, like a pampered young lady spoiled by elders, sipping the juice and responding a few words.
Upon receiving a response, the group of old men instantly beamed with smiles creasing their faces.
They were almost about to give Qiao Yun a round of applause.
Lu Zhanxing: It wasn't the world that had gone mad—it was him!
Only after the auction ended did he anxiously ask Qiao Yun,
"Sis, why did they give you something?"
He felt that something was very off.
