A Slap on the Face! Every Dog Has Its Turn!

Lin Wanwan was speechless. This isn't an auction, why are they calling out bids?

On the other hand, Lin Siqing's face was all pumped up. He facial muscles trembled in anger.

"Cough…" Lin Wanwan cleared her throat, and her sweet voice quietened up the entire room. "I'm sorry, but this is the gift I have prepared for Grandpa. I'm not here to sell it!"

Hearing this, the crowd stopped fighting for it and sighed.

Lin Wanwan held the jadeite up and stepped forward to her grandpa past the crowd. Under the stares of many, she spoke in a sincere voice. "Grandpa, thank you for taking care of me all these years. In light of such a festive event, I wish you a long and healthy life! Happy birthday~"

"Great! Great! Great!" The old man's excitement was uncontainable.