C63 Jade Auction

"Good evening, sir. Could you please present your invitation?" asked a ceremonial hostess clad in a red qipao, her voice a gentle whisper.

"No peeking," came Chen Wan'er's voice from behind Zhang Cheng. He turned slowly to see her shielding Su Ming's eyes with her hand, a playful admonition in her gesture.

Refocusing on the task at hand