Xiao Yihe felt an overwhelming sense of powerlessness, as though he had punched cotton. The corners of his mouth twitched, and anger rapidly grew within him.
Xiao, preoccupied with provocation, failed to notice Huo Zhanting's gaze when he made his offer—a look filled with mockery and derision.
An Lan, however, spoke unhurriedly.
"CEO Xiao, if you have the capability, bid as much as you like. The higher your price, the happier we will be. But I'm just not sure if you can afford it. The price you're bidding, one hundred and fifty million, is no small sum. It's not something you can cover by merely selling a house."
"Though it's a charity auction, a failed bid would still be quite embarrassing, and you'd also have to pay a penalty. I advise you to think it over."
An Lan's advice, though phrased as persuasion, only spurred Xiao Yihe on with his pitiful pride. The more she said, the more determined he became.
