Lin Jie's face was full of disdain. "Qiao Xi is really too unpresentable. She hid all her savings just like that. You're busy donating money to charity, so why can't she learn from you?"
Yao Mengqing smiled smugly.
A moment later, the auction officially began.
The first item was a calligraphy piece, but it was not a master's work, so no one raised their placards.
Even if one wanted to donate, one had to buy something useful. They could not just casually spend money.
At this moment, a sweet female voice sounded. "200,000."
No one liked this painting, so the 200,000 yuan was wasted.
"Miss Yao, you're so sensible. Only a person like her would spend money to get this piece."
"Although 200,000 yuan is just a drop in the ocean for the Yao family, spending 200,000 yuan for nothing is too much of a loss. Compared to Miss Yao, some people are simply unbearable to look at. Yet they still have the cheek to come?"