As soon as the slightly old voice sounded, everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a bidding sign lit up on the seat of the Beiting Family. The person who spoke was none other than Beiting Qing, who disliked his grandson.
"F*ck, what's the meaning of this old fellow? There's no need for him to do this even if he doesn't like me!" Beiting Huang stood up in anger and raised his hand to slap the bidding device in the top-notch VIP room, but he was stopped by Beiting Jing.
"Little Ninth, wait a minute!" Beiting Jing had been by Beiting Qing's side for ten years, so he more or less knew his cheap grandfather. He was a person who cared a lot about his face. No matter how much he disliked Beiting Huang, he would never embarrass Little Ninth in front of the Central Continent.