It was clearly a set of the latest fashion couture from Chanel, but when worn by Fang Zongtang, it gave people a very domineering and calm feeling.

Especially the pocket watch hanging on her lapel, which makes her look more like the style of an old-fashioned head of a household.

Not to mention, the two people standing behind her to protect her, one is the richest man in Hong Kong known to everyone, and the other is an up-and-coming antique dealer whose wealth has rapidly increased in recent years.

These two people are leaders in their respective industries, but now they are following Fang Zongtang on the left and right like bodyguards.

The younger generation cannot see it, but the older generation, with their sharp eyes, can recognize at a glance the rule that they cannot stand side by side.

According to the rules passed down by the older generation, the family members are in front and the followers are behind. Those who are closer to the family stand closer to the front, while those who are not close to the family stand at the back.

Why should she, a young woman, bow down to two leading figures?

The sharp-eyed people noticed that the three of them didn't seem to be awkward at all, and it seemed as if they had been walking in this way for many years and were used to it.

When the auction house manager saw Fang Zongtang's style, he even forgot about the two people behind him and quickly led her to her seat and arranged her first.

"Mrs. Song, this is your seat. Do you want to adjust it? There is a private room on the second floor."

Song Yi pulled out a chair and she sat down with a smile.

"No, we can see clearly here."

The auction house manager quickly turned around and asked Song Yi and Chen Zhen for their opinions.

Song Yi had no objection and pulled out a stool and sat down to Fang Zongtang's right.

Chen Zhen has an idea.

"Help me move the chair to this table!"

The seats are arranged in advance after asking the guests for their opinions, and the manager does not dare to make his own decisions.

"You have to ask Mr. and Mrs. Song. If they don't agree, there's nothing we can do."

Fang Zongtang was looking around, and just as he was about to turn around, he heard Chen Zhen ask, "Sister Zong, can I sit at your table?"

Song Yi looked over with a blank expression.

She thought it was something else.

"It's such a big table, sit wherever you want."

The manager didn't need to ask anyone to move the stools, Chen Zhen went there happily on his own.

Song Yi spoke only after the others left.

"He's a dirty guy. We'd better not get too close to him."

She put away her smile and looked at him expressionlessly.

"Do you want me to go sit with him?"

Song Yi felt annoyed and said quickly, "I didn't mean anything else, please don't misunderstand me."

She had a cold face and tapped the back of her other hand with her fingers from time to time.

Song Yi saw her like this and his heart skipped a beat.

"There are only cold dishes here. I'll go and ask if there are any hot dishes and ask them to serve some." After he said that, he looked at Fang Zongtang cautiously.

The latter was silent for two seconds and stopped tapping the back of his hand.

"Go ahead, and be careful when you speak next time!"

Song Yi hurriedly got up to look for someone.

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Chen Zhen brought the chair back and sat to Fang Zongtang's left.

"Sister Zong, where is Brother Song?"

Fang Zongtang picked up the chopsticks and picked up a piece of dessert.

"He went to the kitchen to get some hot food."

Chen Zhen was stunned for a moment, then quickly smiled.

"Brother Song is still as thoughtful as before!"

She smiled and said nothing.

Chen Zhen looked around and moved closer to her.

"Sister Zong, Brother Song is a little different than he was ten years ago. You should be careful."

She raised an eyebrow and looked over, wanting to know what was different about what he said.

"I've been away for ten years and have forgotten some things. I trust you very much. Please tell me about him before he comes back."