"Wait for me a second."
Zhu Fei did not directly answer Ji Xuanyue's question but instead gestured to her before rising and heading toward the crew-cut man.
"Pfft! Putting on airs."
Ji Xuanyue curled her lip in disdain. As for the term "putting on airs," she had only learned it from Zhu Fei not long ago.
At this moment, Zhu Fei approached the crew-cut man and the goateed man at the table and immediately greeted them with a fist and palm salute, "Friends, I heard that you were discussing the Beihai Auction. May I ask how much you know about the event?"
"Who are you?"
Surprised to find a new person at their table, the crew-cut man and the goatee did not immediately answer Zhu Fei's question. Instead, they both looked guardedly at Zhu Fei.
Zhu Fei couldn't help but feel speechless inside, but he continued to speak, "Please don't misunderstand, friends. I just wanted to inquire about the Beihai Auction; I have no other intentions."
