"This little devil lord!”
Huh...?
“Elder Yan, what did you say just now? I can't hear it clearly?”
“No… no… no, I was just complaining like an old man. Ho ho ho!!” Elder Yan immediately changed the subject with a snort of laughter when Zheng-Fu turned around and asked.
“Is that so? Don't let me know that you're secretly cursing me!?” Zheng-Fu said, staring at Elder Yan like a policeman detecting the culprit.
"You think too much... Why would I curse you? A genius kid, a schemer!” Elder Yan replied with a smile on his face.
“So, what will Younger Brother Zheng-Fu do from now on? Now the auction is over, and we also get a lot of money from the auction," Xiao-Jiang, who was also seated there, asked about the money they got from this auction.
“But how much is the total amount, Sister Xiao-Jiang?”