Just as shocked as Xia Wanwan was Wu Weiran, who was sitting at another table. After her initial shock, she turned her gaze towards Xia Wanwan seated at the table. Then a sneer spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"200,000!" Wu Weiran's voice echoed in the hall, being the first to start off the bidding.
Around her, voices kept raising the offers, but no matter how much others bid, Wu Weiran had a must-win attitude and topped them with higher bids.
"Wanwan..." Yao Qin looked at the familiar painting on the stage, and turned to the person beside her with concern, asking, "Are you alright?"
"I..." Xia Wanwan wanted to say she was fine, but found her throat had choked up.
Her gaze found the stage again, the painting of a girl's back. To be exact, the back of a girl wearing a ballet tutu, or rather, it was her back when she was practicing dance in the school's dance studio...
