As long as Mo Shu sets her sights on something, it doesn't matter if it's just a few million for a brooch, or even billions for a bench to take home.
However, just as Leng Yuanjin was about to raise his hand, Mo Shu caught him.
A chill ran down Leng Yuanjin's spine as he glanced over.
Mo Shu merely held his hand to prevent him from bidding and did not speak. Her eyes were still fixated on the stage,
And she did not observe his reaction on her side.
Leng Yuanjin's gloomy eyes flickered with a fiery spark, as he stared at their interlocked hands.
Mo Shu's hand was petite, with a delicate and exquisite fairness. Her hand looked even more dainty in his larger hand.
The girl's hand was soft, perhaps due to the low setting of the air conditioner, and slightly cold. Leng Yu
