Although Ye Yuan knew what had caused Song Ran to suddenly break down in tears.
He could not discuss such a matter with Li Shiyun. After all, it was Song Ran's privacy, wasn't it?
So Ye Yuan could only respond with a wry smile.
He could only hope that the reporters present today
were the kind of media professionals with a conscience
and would not write everything from the darkest possible angle.
In the end, Liu Zixuan's painting was bought by Song Ran for the sky-high price of five hundred thousand.
And as the auctioneer's hammer fell, this charity auction, which had drawn numerous business magnates from across the country, was officially declared over.
Ye Yuan went to the processing desk and, after swiping his card, received the string of prayer beads he had bid on earlier.
Just as he was pulling Li Shiyun along to leave the venue,
someone suddenly grabbed him from behind.
"Ye Yuan, you've got guts. You even dared to go against Feng Xiao. I admire you for that."
Zhang Jun grabbed Ye Yuan and said with a cheerful grin.
"Heh, Brother Zhang, you're joking. I just really liked those prayer beads. It had nothing to do with anyone else."
Ye Yuan smiled, unwilling to continue the topic.
"You brat."
Zhang Jun smiled and pointed at Ye Yuan before introducing the square-faced young man beside him.
"This is my older brother, Zhang Qiang. He works at Customs."
Then he pointed at Ye Yuan and introduced him to Zhang Qiang.
"This is Ye Yuan. He was the one who gave me the lead about the Big Dragon Head last time."
Zhang Qiang extended his hand and shook Ye Yuan's before speaking.
"Thank you for what happened last time!
If you come across something like that again, you