After answering the call, Qin Lu's deep voice sounded calm and unhurried, "Yanyan, there are two more auction items before the ginseng. Do you want to come back?"
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Nan Yan replied briskly and hung up the phone. She grabbed a wet tissue, cleaned her hands, and then, wearing her high heels, returned to the auction.
There was no significant change in the auction hall due to her absence and return. She sat down beside Qin Lu as usual.
Just as she settled in, someone grabbed her hand.
With a familiar scent and a warm, gentle voice, he whispered, "Are you injured?"
"Do you underestimate me?" Nan Yan lazily glanced at him.
"No, I'm just concerned about you."
Faced with the cheeky words of the little girl, Qin Lu could only smile helplessly. Of course, he would never underestimate her.
