Although Lin Jinfang said so, Lin Yue's heart simply could not calm down. Her eyes remained glued to the screen in front of her.
Lin Yue's lips were tightly pursed, her hands clasped firmly together.
She couldn't hear a word of what Lin Jinfang was saying at the moment, her mind was filled only with thoughts about what Zhuo Xiangqiao might be doing now.
Lin Jinfang looked at Lin Yue's condition, knowing that whatever he said would hardly register with her now. He sighed internally and sat beside Lin Yue.
Lin Yue's hands were clenched together, her gaze never straying from the screen in front of her, and with each passing moment, her heart felt suspended in mid-air.
The auction had been underway for a while, but she had yet to see Zhuo Xiangqiao; Lin Yue's brow furrowed even tighter.
Out of worry, her hands had unconsciously twisted together, and she bit her lower lip hard.
