This stingy guy actually has the guts to go to an auction?
Lan Jin was genuinely surprised.
"If you go, I'll go." Qin Yin said, and then he took a sip of water with great enjoyment.
Indeed, if his wife had drunk from it, it was sweet.
"I heard the Sorrow-Relieving Sachets will be auctioned off that day?"
Lan Jin feigned casual interest as she quickly shifted her gaze; she always felt that even this man's way of drinking water was flirtatious. If she kept watching, she might actually pounce on him and kiss him to death.
"We'll see when the time comes, maybe I'll go."
The thought of her vest being snatched away by someone, especially by the particularly annoying Zhen Muqing, made Lan Jin's eyes instantly cold as ice, and she began pondering how to get her vest back.
Qin Yin gave her a deep look, deliberately shuffled closer to her, hooked his lips with a smile, and said:
