Qi Ming couldn't help but worry about Nan Yu; he wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and looking at the confident Nan Yu, he wanted to persuade her again but the words failed to escape his lips.
In the end, it turned into, "Young Madam, I will listen to you."
Nan Yu gave him a slight smile, "Uncle Qi, trust me."
Qi Ming wiped his sweat, trembling as he smiled.
Now, apart from trusting the Young Madam, he had no other choice.
If worse comes to worst, when the Sky Lantern ignites, he would escape from this auction with the Young Madam.
At the very least, this hotel belonged to the Huo Corporation, and he knew all the escape routes, able to find the best route in the shortest time.
Nan Yu sat in her seat, her gaze falling on Nan Zhou in the No.1 box, eyes filled with determination.
Nan Zhou seemed to sense something, and across the distance, locked eyes with Nan Yu.
As he was puzzled, a ding sound came from his phone.
He looked down to see a message from an unknown sender.
