He was now terrified that the price of the Black Lion was so high that Yan Fei couldn't come up with enough money. He even began to regret why he had just been moved to take back a million from Yan Fei—if the price of the Tibetan Mastiff really got too inflated later, he estimated he would regret it to death.
Hearing his words, the chubby kid didn't react much; the fiery redhead scoffed. "Junzi, you really do talk too much. I'm not so petty as to compete with a child. It stays at two million; anyone else bidding? Hurry up, I've got other plans tonight!"
As soon as the redhead finished speaking, someone else bid: "Two million one hundred thousand!"
Yan Fei looked over, only to see that it was someone standing beside Young Master Yang, seemingly bidding on his behalf. As for Young Master Yang himself, someone had just changed his teapot, and he was savoring his tea!
