Bo Huan narrowed her eyes.
Indeed...
Most people who bid on these items name them as gifts for important people.
Shit...
It's really unpleasant.
Bo Qing's lips carried a slight curve, and he didn't respond to the host's question. Seeing this, the host chose not to press further.
After all... this was already Commander Bo's way of imposing his authority.
The host should recognize a good opportunity and withdraw.
Thunderous applause erupted across the venue, as an indifferent sneer tugged at the corner of Bo Huan's lips. But her small hand unconsciously clenched before she downed the red wine beside her in one gulp.
The action happened quickly... Bo Qing narrowed his eyes, but it was too late to stop her.
For the rest of the auction, Bo Huan showed little interest, raising a hand to rub her brow as the alcohol took its toll, making her somewhat uncomfortable...
Once again Bo Qing's eyes darkened, naturally not missing these subtle movements.
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