He Huai's gaze flickered as he said, "Well...I was just asking out of curiosity..."
"Right." Shen Qian lowered his gaze. "I'm keeping the bracelet for myself."
He Huai didn't suspect anything. Shen Qian was known for his passion for collecting, and he was often seen at major auctions both domestically and internationally. Occasionally bidding on high-value antiques, and medieval paintings, so even exploring jewelry was perfectly normal for him.
"Sorry for being late..." The door to the private room opened from the outside, accompanied by an apology. With a smile, Song Lin entered and casually draped his suit jacket over the sofa, coincidentally next to Shen Qian.
"Have you all started without me?" He picked up a clean stemmed glass, poured it about seventy percent full, sniffed it first, and then tasted. "Great wine!"
Shen Qian's gaze turned notably serious, and he cast a questioning look at He Huai, sharp and penetrating.
