The auction finally began, and Qin Shaofeng finally let out a sigh of relief.
That sharp-tongued little witch had finally been sent away.
Thinking of how Tang Ning'er had been sent back to her father, Tang Yuanping, and the resentful look in his eyes when he looked at him, Qin Shaofeng's scalp went numb.
It was not that the little girl had any ideas about him. She simply felt that by following him, she could freely play when she wanted and eat whatever she wanted.
But once she returned to her father, that would no longer do.
This was forbidden, that was forbidden—it was a powerful torment for the little girl.
After all, at her age, she simply could not sit still.
Well, the little girl was afraid of her father.
But that had nothing to do with Qin Shaofeng anymore.
They were neither kin nor friends, so why should he care so much about her?
He was neither her father nor her brother, so why should he look after her so attentively?
Yet before long, Qin Shaofeng would regret this decision.
Of course, Qin Shaofeng did not know that now. His attention had already been drawn to the auction before him.
It truly was a grand auction!
The Bai family's auction venue was enormous. The vast hall resembled a huge cinema, with rows upon rows of semicircular seats beneath the auction platform.
Ring after ring surrounded it. Qin Shaofeng took a look and saw at least twenty or thirty rings, each with perhaps forty or fifty seats.
Every one of those seats was a high-end sofa, exceedingly comfortable to sit in. The cost of a thousand such luxurious sofa seats alone was no small sum.
It truly suited the style of the Bai family's high-end Auction House.
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