The reporters, fearing they might be affected by Han Zhiyu's demeanor, immediately picked up their cameras and walked away.
Inside the auction.
Since Qiao Jing had arrived early, there were only a few scattered guests seated by then.
"Miss Qiao, let me take you to your seat." Han Zhiyu, worried that Qiao Jing might not know the location assigned to her in the invitation, planned to lead her to her seat.
Qiao Jing did not give Han Zhiyu the chance to take her to her seat; she easily found it and settled down.
She had glanced at the invitation a few days earlier and had remembered her location.
"You can go ahead." Qiao Jing dismissed Han Zhiyu and sat down to look at her phone.
After a while, someone took the seat to her left.
Without looking up, the aura of the person let Qiao Jing know who it was.
Zhan Qipei still had a bottle of water in his hand, which he opened for her and placed beside Qiao Jing, "Have some water. Why did you come so early?"
