Mr. Yan saw his actions very clearly, and his heart became more and more cold towards Qin Shu.

However, there was no sign on his face.

When Yan Jiang walked up to him, he looked at him lovingly, then sighed melancholy, turned to everyone present and said, "My son was seriously ill in his early years and had some mental defects. I usually don't let him come out at will because I am afraid that he will be used by someone who is interested or do something stupid. Today I have caused trouble for you and made everyone laugh."

Hearing this, Qin Shu couldn't help but squint his eyes.

What a cunning fox!

Mr. Yan seemed to express his apology to everyone, but in fact he implied that Yan Jiang's actions might have been bewitched by others.

This "other person" is naturally inseparable from himself.

Until now, Qin Shu doesn't want to argue anymore, it's a waste of his lips and tongue.

She came here today and had already obtained the information she wanted.

Therefore, before the auction ended, she chose to leave early.

Yan Jiang wanted to go with her, but was sternly called back by Master Yan.

Qin Shu came out of the auction hall and then out of the exhibition hall, and gradually there were no one.

She walked along the corridor when she came to the exit, but at this time, she heard a few tiny steps behind her.

Qin Shu felt a little strange in his heart and subconsciously accelerated his pace.

The footsteps behind her also speeded up and someone called her: "Miss Qin, please stay—"

Qin Shu subconsciously wanted to turn his head, but a dull pain suddenly came from his neck.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she only saw that the man who attacked her was wearing a security uniform, and then there was a burst of darkness in front of her.

She fell back with all her strength, and before she fell to the ground, her long arms caught her in time.

"Qin Shu?!"

A familiar and nervous voice rang in her ears.

Qin Shu moved his lips but couldn't make a sound, and then he fainted.

...

The auction ends.

Mr. Yan walked into a room with a closed curtain with a crutch.

Seeing the room empty, he stomped the crutches in his hand with a calm face, "Where is the person?"

"I'm rescued." Behind me, the man with a security guard, replied carefully.

A cold look flashed in Mr. Yan's eyes. The next moment, he raised the crutch in his hand unexpectedly and raised it to the knee of the man behind him.

A crisp sound of bone cracks, accompanied by the muffled groan of a man kneeling on the ground, sounded at the same time.

But when faced with Mr. Yan's faint eyes, the man could only endure the moan and said in pain: "I, I'm not good at doing things..."

"roll."

Mr. Yan said coldly, and the man didn't dare to say anything. He got up from the ground tremblingly and staggered back.

Outside the door, Pan Zhongyu hesitated and dared not step in.

Although Mr. Yan's crutch just now did not hit him, his legs were a little weak.

Until Mr. Yan's forcing eyes swept over.
Chapter completed!