C162 A war slave who is so depressed that he spits blood

Yang Hao's ecstatic mood instantly disappeared. There was actually someone else who even called out a bid of six hundred million!

A direct increase of 90 million was a huge amount of money.

"Yang Hao?" Nangong Xianglu looked at him anxiously. She was about to get it, but there were waves again.

"The bid of six hundred million is from an A Class room