Meng Chuyue just wanted antiques and had no interest in attending the auction, shaking her head, "I don't want to go. You can buy them for me. Antique paintings and calligraphy are fine. As for money, I don't have much cash, only a million. You can use this amount to buy, um, don't get those overly expensive antiques, the cheaper the better."
Cheap items wouldn't attract attention—a safe choice.
Shen Ci thought for a moment and then said to her, "Wait for me a second." He hurried off to his bedroom.
In no time, he returned with an ancient inkstone and a box of ancient coins and handed them to Meng Chuyue, "For you."
Meng Chuyue was at a loss whether to cry or laugh, "…what are you doing?"
"Don't you like antiques? These are for you. If you feel awkward about it, you can deduct a little when you pay me back."
Meng Chuyue, "…"
The feeling of being cared for was so warm.
