He was about to refuse, "I'm not free tonight..."
Madam Gong raised her delicate eyebrows, her enunciation gentle and melodious with the charm of a woman from the southern water towns of China, "It's alright if you don't go, the Shushu from the Xu Family..."
The implication of matchmaking was full in her words.
"Fine, I'll go."
Gong Yeyan could only agree.
*
8 p.m.
Ink Auction House.
As the top mysterious aristocrats of China, the Gong Family owned a fixed bidding area in "Ink."
Gong Yeyan himself didn't often come, but who called him the brother of a man known as the National Husband, who spent fortunes for his beauty?
"Mr. Gong, please follow me, your seat is at number 9," the manager of the auction house personally led the way, with a respectful attitude.
Seat number 9 was a separate seating area adorned with a genuine leather sofa and a matching table, where a vertical placard stood prominently with a bold "9" on it.
