There was a bodyguard standing in the door. He glanced at Ye Wan and then turned back to look at Gui Bo, "Boss, she's here."

A satisfied smile appeared on Guibo's face.

He knew that if the eldest lady knew about this, she would never let it go.

So, he guessed right, right? The cane tapped the young man's leg accurately, and the noble man ordered, "Go, put out those good goods."

"Are you sure?"

A handsome young man was walking quickly with a pair of walnut plates in his hands.

She wore a string of Buddhist beads on her fair wrist, and her whole temperament was feminine.

After hearing what Gui Bo said, he just questioned for a moment, and without even waiting for Gui Bo to speak, he got up and went downstairs through the back door to make arrangements.

As the young man went downstairs, the curtain on the stage in the hall slowly opened and the auction began.

There was a moment of commotion in the audience as soon as the auctioneer appeared.

"Young Master Gui? Long time no see. Where have you been to make your fortune?"

"As soon as Young Master Gui came on stage, we knew there were a lot of good stuff today. Everyone opened their eyes wide..."

The young man on the stage was holding a walnut in his hand, holding the auction hammer in his other hand and knocking on the table in a casual manner.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes looked around, and one could hear a pin drop in the hall.

Jiang Yanchi subconsciously shrank back into the sofa, tugged at Ye Wan's sleeve and asked, "Sister Wan, did I hear wrong? Is that guy on the stage a ghost boy or a noble boy?"

Aren’t those eyes too scary? They were pitch black, and at first glance they looked like they had fallen into a whirlpool.

With just a quick glance, no one dared to speak.

Although he was a young man of about the same age as him, he exuded a lifeless and gloomy aura.

So, it’s Ghost Boy, right?

After talking for a long time without hearing Ye Wan's response, Jiang Yanchi turned around and saw Ye Wan squinting at the young man on the stage with a thoughtful look on his face.

Noble uncle.

Young ghost.

A somewhat blurry scene emerged in Ye Wan's mind.

In the pouring rain, she saw the figure kneeling at the hospital entrance.

His back was hunched, and lying beside him was a half-grown boy, his face as pale as paper, and it looked like he was no longer able to breathe.

In this vast world, it seemed as if there were only her and them.

The cars coming in and out left countless water marks, and some people opened the windows, cursed loudly, and then drove away.

The sound of rain was accompanied by curses and desperate cries.

Ye Wan couldn't ignore it.

She didn't do much, just left an umbrella and a contact number.

As she left, she glanced at the young man lying on the ground.

The boy's skin was so white that it was almost transparent.

At that moment, Ye Wan thought of Snow White in the ice coffin.

Snow White has seven dwarfs to protect her.

Although the boy's situation is much worse than Snow White's, he still has a father who loves him, so it's not bad either.

As to whether he can be saved, it depends on his luck.

After crossing the road wetly, Ye Wan looked back and saw that the two figures had disappeared.

After that, she left Lucheng.

A brief encounter.

Ye Wan didn't expect that after five years, she would see them in Hengcheng.

Looking up at the young man on the stage who looked so noble with every move he made, Ye Wan couldn't help but curl his lips.

Ghost boy?

Nice name!

(End of this chapter)