C1702 Mission of the Auction

Wan Mingzhu, who was sitting next to him, raised her plaque a few times at an exquisite hairpin, but still couldn't buy it.

Her expression became somewhat ugly.

"I really don't know what these people have to stink at. A hairpin with my appearance is the most suitable."

"The money I brought today is indeed a bit too little. It makes me very depressed."

"Miss Wan