"Miao Xin, I had someone arrange a private box for us. Come upstairs with me," said Qing Xuan, his face displaying a faint smile as he looked at Miao Xin by his side. "Today, I heard that 'Silver Snow Grass' will be auctioned off. I will definitely win it for you."
Miao Xin nodded her head but the exquisitely beautiful and cool countenance hid a trace of sorrowful color, "Thank you, Qingxuan Master." "There's no need to be so formal with me, you are already my fiancée." Qing Xuan smiled lightly, and suddenly lifted his head, his eyes fixating on the glass curtain wall directly in front of the second floor, emitting a sharpness from his pupils.
"Heh heh, it looks like Qing Xuan has spotted me," Ye Beichen helplessly shook his head, his gaze falling on the figure of the cold woman and spoke to Lin Mo, "Brother Lin, is that woman your wife?"
