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Gu Pianpian raised her eyes and met the icy-cold gaze of Huo Qing'ang, which seemed as though it could freeze a person in an instant.
After a pause, she muttered, "I'll go to France a week in advance, wait for the auction to end, and then stay in France for another week before returning."
Adding a week earlier, pushing back another week, plus the day of the auction, it was exactly two weeks. For Huo Qing'ang, every day at this moment was exceptionally precious. Their plan could indeed wait until Gu Pianpian returned to China to continue with the next step, but would their opponent's plan come to a halt and then continue when Gu Pianpian returned? Obviously, that was not possible.
Huo Qing'ang did not immediately agree or refuse upon hearing this. He took the phone from the side, opened the calendar for the next month, and after scanning it coldly, he said in a composed tone, "Add another week, accumulating two weeks, not a day more."