"what do you want to say?" Tang Xiaoxiao propped up his chin and stared at Feng Zhiran.

Feng stopped drinking tea, and then slowly said, "I just want to tell you that when my brother is bidding later, you should advise me."

"what?" Tang Xiaoxiao was confused. "Can you make it clear?"

Feng stopped and sighed: "I'll tell you as it is. This time my brother came to auction, he probably installed a trap." Jiang Han's expressionless face next to

added: "it's not possible. It's a trap."

Tang Xiaoxiao is even more ignorant.

Feng hesitated for a moment, but said: "there will be a letter at this auction, which is...