The auction concluded successfully.
The organizers announced another banquet, but Yu Chiyin was too lazy to deal with such social niceties and had Qin Sen attend on his behalf.
Groups of people began to leave the venue in twos and threes.
In the elevator, Lu Fengxuan wrapped her arms around Yu Chiyin's arm, leaning half her body against the man, laughing with uncontainable joy.
"Brother Ayin, did you notice Jiang Che's expression just now? He looked like someone had force-fed him a turd and he couldn't spit it out. Haha, let's see if he dares to show off in front of us again—he deserved to be pushed into that pit by me. Haha, I'm dying of laughter."
Yu Chiyin steadied her with a hand and, seeing her laugh so heartily, a faint smile flickered in his eyes as well. He complimented her with a lift of his lips:
"This time, you've trapped him for half his fortune. He won't be able to come up with the money and will have no choice but to ask Yu Wanzhi for help."
