Qu Tong couldn't help but take a few more glances.
It was quite pitiful.
Despite such a miserable life, his hair still looked good, and although he was frail, his face was quite attractive. His skin was fair, and his whole body exuded an unhealthy beauty.
One had to say, genetics were quite powerful.
The golden-haired man had no starting bid, and as soon as the auctioneer's voice fell, the hall erupted with successive bids, with a few from the second and third floor private rooms as well.
Qu Tong glanced around and noticed that most of those bidding in the first-floor hall were older women, along with a few young men and sleazy uncles. It was easy to guess what they would do with him after the purchase.
The bidding went round after round, ultimately reaching the price of her stone.
Qu Tong was amazed in her heart, being good-looking really could make people spend more money on you.
Meanwhile, Yu Yao kept glancing at Qu Tong.
