Of course, if he had enough money to support himself and wanted to buy a happy life, that was not within his consideration.

"1.1 million."

"You're still here!" Qiao Anyan glared at Sheng Qiya. Although it wasn't hers before, she also felt a pain in her flesh. "Stop bidding. You're not childish. If you like this pen, give me 200,000 yuan. I'll customize one for you. I guarantee it will be better than this."

"If you want to convince me so much, why ...