Shen Qing put it down and glanced at him, "It's useful."

"Oh." Lan Yifan, still confused, responded humbly.

As soon as the auction ended, someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. Lan, this is your Zhu Yu grass." The beautiful etiquette lady smiled like a flower.

"Okay, put it aside." Lan Yifan stood up and blocked the way for the girl who was sitting with her head down playing with her mobile phone.

"Okay." Miss Etiquette smiled, glanced in Shen Qing's direction, then closed the door and went out.

"Let's go." Shen Qing stood up, picked up the hat on the table and put it on.

Lan Yifan looked at the eight million worth of leeks with disdain, picked them up reluctantly, and followed Shen Qing out.

"Auntie, except for the blue flowers, this thing is no different from leeks." Lan Yifan muttered behind her.

Shen Qing ignored him and pressed the elevator button. Just as the elevator was about to close, a hand suddenly came in, startling Lan Yifan.

"Fuck! Qin Zi'ao?" Lan Yifan was so scared that he almost knocked Zhu Yucao over.

Qin Zi'ao entered the elevator and glanced at Shen Qing. His gaze suddenly paused, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

"Qin Zi'ao, what are you doing?" Lan Yifan saw that his eyes were always on Shen Qing, so he took a step forward and blocked Shen Qing behind him.

Qin Zi'ao chuckled softly and looked at Lan Yifan dimly, "Mr. Lan, since you knew it was me, why did you still want to snatch the Zhu Yu Grass from me?"

"Oh? I'm trying to snatch it from you?" Lan Yifan tutted, his eyes full of amusement. "Auctions are all about the highest bidder. If you have the guts, pay up."

"You..." Qin Zi'ao was choked for a moment.

"You said I deliberately snatched it from you? I also said you deliberately raised the price." Lan Yifan glanced at the floor and saw that they were already on the first floor.

"Qin Zi'ao, please make way."

Qin Zi'ao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to close the elevator door, letting it close again. He said righteously, "Mr. Lan, my grandfather is in the hospital for emergency treatment. You may think this is funny, but my grandfather can't wait!"

Shen Qing, who had been lowering his head, raised his head impatiently, his delicate eyebrows revealing a strong sense of hostility.

"Get out of here." The girl spoke coldly. Her voice was not loud, but it made people's scalps numb.

Qin Ziao laughed coldly, "Miss Shen, someone like you who didn't even let go of your own father, how can you understand the pain of losing a loved one?"

Lan Yifan's face suddenly darkened. "Qin Zi'ao, what do you mean?"

Shen Qing curled his lips and looked up at Qin Ziao.

The girl's gaze was extremely cold, and Qin Ziao felt as if he was placed in an ice cave.

"So, you want to use the Zhu Yu grass to keep him alive and make him reveal the whereabouts of the Qin family's ancient painting?"

Qin Zi'ao was horrified and his face turned pale instantly. How could Shen Qing know their purpose?

Lan Yifan laughed coldly, "Oh my, your Qin family is really famous for filial piety. I have to admit I'm inferior to you."

Qin Zi'ao stood there in a daze, looking at Shen Qing with horror. Why did she know that? Did Yu Fei tell her?

Chen Qing glanced at Qin Ziao indifferently, stretched out his hand and threw him to the corner, opened the elevator door and went out.

"I hope Yucao won't cure that old man." Shen Qing said this and left with Lan Yifan.

Qin Zi'ao stood there in a daze, his eyes dull, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

Zhu Yucao has no effect on Mr. Qin’s illness?

Then there is no news about the Qin family’s ancient paintings!

Thinking of this, Qin Zi'ao's face became paler and paler, as if he had been sucked dry by an evil ghost.

**

Lan Yifan put the Zhu Yucao away carefully. After all, it was something that Shen Qing liked, so he couldn't damage it.

"Aunt, why don't you get in the car?" Lan Yifan sat in the passenger seat and found that Shen Qing had one hand on the car door. She looked towards the door of Chimei and saw a black sports car parked at the door. It was very cool, but the light was too dim to see the license plate clearly.

"Wow, that car is not bad. I'll buy one next time." Lan Yifan clicked his tongue. He liked the car.

Shen Qing lowered his eyes and sat in the passenger seat, "Let's go."

"Okay." Lan Yifan started the car. The engine made a loud noise and it went out more than ten meters with a whoosh.

Gu Ting sat in the black sports car and frowned slightly.

"Master, where is Minister S Zhou and Hua?" The night was too dark and the lights were dim. Chu Er didn't notice his master's impatience.

"I'll go check it out when the time comes." He then glanced out the window. "Is that Lan Yifan's car?"