Having attended a Dragon Boat Festival event, Feng Yi's phone was now filled with many new contacts, both known and unknown.
After the auction ended this evening, many people had sent him messages. Some were probing, others were trying to close the gap.
However, Feng Yi's attention definitely wouldn't be on this tonight—he had more important matters to attend to.
After politely replying to some messages, Feng Yi tossed his phone aside.
He returned to his residence in the Yue Xiu neighborhood.
Jia had gone back to Yang City, so for the next few days, it would only be Feng Yi and Ding living in the house, with no other visitors, and the remaining renovations would be put on hold for a while.
Having told Ding to rest, Feng Yi took out the meteorite from its box, scooped it up with his hands as if it were a soccer or basketball, and, holding it, went back to his room.
