The auction finally began, and Qin Shaofeng could finally breathe a sigh of relief.
He had finally sent that sharp-tongued little she-devil away.
Whenever he thought of the deeply "resentful" look Tang Ning'er had given him when he brought her back to her father, Tang Yuanping, Qin Shaofeng felt his scalp prickle.
It was not that the little girl had any feelings for him. She simply thought that following him meant she could play whenever she wanted and eat whatever she pleased.
Once she returned to her father, however, that was no longer possible.
With this forbidden and that forbidden, it was sheer torture for the little girl.
After all, at her age, she could hardly sit still.
Yes, the little girl was afraid of her dad.
Still, that was none of Qin Shaofeng's business.
They were neither relatives nor friends, so why should he fuss over her so much?
He was not her father or her brother. Why should he take such good care of her?
Before long, however, Qin Shaofeng would regret that decision.
Of course, he did not know that yet. Right now, the scene at the auction had captured his attention.
It truly was a grand auction!
The Hundred Families' auction venue was enormous. Its vast hall resembled a gigantic movie theater, with rows of seats arranged in semicircles below the auction platform.
One ring surrounded another. Qin Shaofeng took a look and counted at least twenty or thirty rings, each with around forty or fifty seats.
Every seat was a luxurious sofa, extremely comfortable to sit on. Those thousand-odd high-end sofas alone must have cost a considerable sum.
It certainly suited the Hundred Families' prestigious auction house.
Above those seats was the auction house's second floor.
The second floor consisted entirely of private rooms, with