Pu Xiaohan had tightly wrapped the outside of the box, and Xu Nanjing had to exert some effort to cut it open. Inside, there was something that resembled a book, which was also wrapped in a protective film.
One could not see clearly through the protective film.
Xiao Bingwen greeted Xun Feng on the other side, "Did she send you... a book?"
This seemed like something Bai Lian could do.
Xu Nanjing exerted some more effort to cut open the protective film, finally revealing a red background with golden letters that read "Invitation," and below it, there was an imposing white tiger.
"An invitation?" Xiao Bingwen picked up the red wine that was put aside, stood up to prepare to attend to the group that had come today, and glanced at it casually, "What kind of invitation is this, a white tiger, from the White Tiger Auction House, huh."
He said it offhandedly.
In mid-sentence, his steps abruptly came to a halt.
