Early the next morning, Li Qingming had planned to indulge in a long-overdue natural wake-up, but was rudely awakened by a phone call.
Groggy just after picking up, he heard Daylight's voice shouting.
"60 million!! Your medicine box can significantly restore Inspiration! The starting bid should be 60 million!" Daylight seemed to be in a state of extreme envy, he could even hear her scratching the walls, "I can feel it's a good item, but why does it have to be so good! You're such a lucky bastard!!"
"Oh." Li Qingming yawned, "It's fine, I'm hanging up."
"Don't you dare hang up! You're in danger! Listen to Auntie! You need to sell that artifact right away!"
"What nonsense." Li Qingming got up grudgingly.
