Eight that evening, on the second floor of the Antique Mansion.
The long-awaited antique auction finally began. Excitement filled the room, and some antique enthusiasts were already rubbing their hands together, determined to bid on something worthwhile to take home.
About half a minute later, a tall woman in a long dress slowly walked onto the stage.
She was attractive and spoke fluent Mandarin. Standing onstage, she began explaining the auction procedures.
Jun Wangchen looked up at her and shook his head.
A woman like this hostess was someone he could never be friends with.
Why?
Because to Jun Wangchen, the moment he laid eyes on a woman like her, she became someone he wanted to tumble into bed with!
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The auction procedures were tedious, and Jun Wangchen did not particularly enjoy occasions like this. Lulled by the hostess's soft voice, he put his head down on the table and fell asleep.
Zi Hanyan initially wanted to wake him when she noticed, but then she thought he might be tired. After a moment's hesitation, she decided to let him sleep.
After all, she had dragged Jun Wangchen here. Perhaps he simply did not enjoy this auction, so it was perfectly natural for him to find it boring.
Time flew by, and before long, more than half the auction was over.
Perhaps the items offered in the first half had been too low-end, but many guests showed no interest at all. Some even stood up and left.
Seeing this, the