"Second Brother, stop bidding later."
Ye Xiao suddenly spoke up.
"Xiao Xiao, you don't want the Autumn Bamboo Painting anymore?"
Ye Qing's heart lit up with joy, feeling like his wallet was safe.
"No, just pay attention to who ends up buying the painting for me. I'll go ask them for it later."
Ye Xiao knew her Second Brother worked for others; where would he get the money to bid on the Autumn Bamboo Painting for her? She understood it wasn't easy for her brother to make money, and even if he did, he couldn't possibly afford the Autumn Bamboo Painting.
"Xiao Xiao, what do you mean by that? Are you planning to rob them?"
Ye Qing felt that his sister's idea was very dangerous.
It was like crazily probing the edge of committing a crime.
"Not robbing, but asking them for it."
