Wu Jian didn’t even need to turn his head to see the destitute expression on Hou Jingshu’s face. He could see it reflected in the window. Still, he turned anyway, glancing at the woman whose shoulders were slouched in defeat and whose face looked like the world was coming to an end. He’d never seen anyone appear so heartbroken.
It hurt.
“That’s 56,000,00. Is there anyone else willing to top that?” asked Zhou Lihua, glancing in the direction of their booth with a frustrated expression. She had done everything she could to help them earn enough money for this auction. She had even used her own resources to create alchemy pills for them to sell. It must have been just as difficult to see their opportunity disappear for her as it was for them.
“56,000,000 going once…”
Wu Jian thought about what he could do to give them one last chance. There surely must have been something he could do. He refused to believe there was no way to turn this situation around.