Nearing noon, Li Qiao received a message on her cell phone.
Seeing the sender, she took the opportunity to visit the restroom.
Within the main house, Shang Zonghai watched her departing figure, waiting until she was far away before his eyes lost their mirth. He looked at Shang Yu with meaningful intent and asked, "Did she go to Mu's Auction House last night?"
Shang Yu picked up a cigarette case from the tea table, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it to his lips, his eyes lifting slightly as his rich voice dropped a few tones, "Did you have someone follow her?"
Shang Zonghai stroked the Buddha Beads on his wrist, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Tell me, how did she find out about Mu's Auction House?"
The man took a drag on his cigarette, and as the smoke wanly curled at the corner of his mouth, he replied, "I remember you had a deal with Fan Minli once. Mu's Auction House could survive to this day due to your intervention, I presume."
