Thinking of this, she is no longer worried. Jiang Miaomiao must be very confident that he is so calm.

It's no use worrying here, so he might as well calm down and come to the auction.

The auction has been in full swing, and the price of porcelain bottles is getting higher and higher.

"This gentleman has offered 80000. Is there anyone else who will continue to bid?"

"Anything else?"

"Eighty thousand, he glanced at the object that hit him, but he didn't think it was a porcelain vase.

He suddenly looked at Qiuqiu beside him with some fear. He was glad that he didn't hit the Mid Autumn Festival.

But even so, he was still very angry.

He really felt that the quality of people now needed to be improved. He threw things in broad daylight.

And it's still a fragile product like a porcelain vase. If it hits his head, he must be lying on the ground now.

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