"Looking for me?"
"Who is it?" Qin Chen raised an eyebrow.
"President of the Green Cliff Auction House, Hong Qingya."
"Elder Hong?" Qin Chen was somewhat surprised and then asked, "Where is he now?"
"In the reception room on the first floor."
"Take me there," Qin Chen immediately said.
The reception room on the first floor.
Hong Qingya stood here with a desolate expression.
Beside him were seven or eight youngsters, their faces full of reluctance and tear stains.
Before long, Qin Chen, led by a servant, arrived at the reception room.
Seeing the dejected expressions inside the room, along with the few red-eyed youngsters, Qin Chen's face froze.
"Elder Hong, what's this about?"
However, just as Qin Chen spoke.
Hong Qingya unexpectedly, without a word, intended to kneel before Qin Chen.
This startled Qin Chen, who hurriedly used his telekinesis to support Hong Qingya up from the ground.
"Elder Hong, what are you doing? Did something happen?" Qin Chen asked.
