Feng Chen'an's eye twitched wildly.
Tonight, he had truly just come to Yan Nansheng's to join the fun, but after Yan Nansheng left, there he was, unexpectedly turned into a scapegoat...
Under someone's gaze, he had no choice but to smile and say, "I offer 26 million!"
"This gentleman offers 26 million..." the auctioneer had just started to announce.
Lu Ziheng spoke up, "26.5 million!"
"President Lu offers 26.5 million!"
"27 million!"
"This gentleman offers 27.5 million."
"28 million!"
"President Lu offers 28.5 million!"
"28.5 million!"
...
The auctioneer was a bit overwhelmed.
Lu Ziheng and Feng Chen'an kept bidding back and forth like this, each time raising by just half a million, as if deliberately trying to extend the battle and the duration.
Of course, the attention and discussions of the crowd naturally converged on these two individuals, completely forgetting the earlier side event.
Yi Weilan sat there, not exaggerating, her palms already drenched in sweat.
