Li Xing picked up the champagne in front of Cui Tianxiao, took a graceful sip, and said, "It's okay."
"If there's anything you like, go ahead and bid. I'll cover the cost for you!"
Li Xing smiled. If there was something she truly liked, she wouldn't be polite about it. If she didn't have enough money, she'd naturally borrow from the wealthy young masters, and she could offset it with elixirs; after all, she wouldn't let them suffer a loss.
Ye Qingting observed Li Xing's calm demeanor and couldn't help but ask, "Ah Xing, have you been to the Red Hall before?"
"No."
Though Li Xing hadn't been to the Red Hall, she had attended plenty of auctions on Blue Star. This was merely an old bottle with new wine, nothing extraordinary.
Ye Qingting and Qi Ming exchanged a glance, each noticing the other's surprise and curiosity.
Most people, upon entering a magnificent place like the Red Hall, would have an emotional response—either excitement or nervousness.
