C311 Auction

Xie Qingrong read through the invitation letter, it was as if she could see a flower from it, after reading it for a while, she lost interest and casually threw it on the table.

Xuanyuan Chen picked up the teacup that had drank earlier, took a sip, and laughed lightly: "A Rong, are you going?"

Although it was a rhetorical question, there was a hint of affirmation in his words