At the auction house, in VIP room 3, while Tyrant was eating his eighth ice cream, everyone started to enter the hall.
"He really likes ice cream…" Leng Yuexin did not pay attention to the auction house. Instead, she was looking at Tyrant who was sitting on a carpet with a strange facial expression.
"This is the last one. Everyone is entering the hall. Let's get to work," Lin Huang told Tyrant.
Tyrant immediately nodded, stuffing the remaining ice cream into his mouth. He then stood up with a serious face. If he was not munching on food, nobody would doubt his identity as a bodyguard.
The three of them then shifted their focus to the auction house. The crowd entered the hall and soon, they looked for their seats and sat down.
