The grand carriage halted in front of a grand building. It was the Qian Yun auction house.
In front of the auction house were numerous elites and people of high caliber, each wearing a mask that covered their identity.
Xi Ming gently adjusted a golden mask with jade beads that hung in thin strands from its sides, casting a faint glow against his skin. A guard pulled the carriage door open, and Xi Ming stepped out of the carriage. Then he stretched out his hand toward Ye Jin with a light smile.
Ye Jin hesitated a bit, then found herself slowly and gently placing her hand on his, a wave of irritation coursing through her as their hands touched.
Xi Ming's grip was quite firm, almost possessive if one must say, as he helped her step down from the carriage.
"Thank you," Ye Jin said, giving him a small smile.
