"Oh," Mr. Wu Senior nodded, "So you weren't pleased after all."
Yu Siqiao felt uneasy and looked away, "My hand is fine, you should go back now."
"Well, if that's the case, I'll leave first," Mr. Wu Senior actually stood up, "But this is you not letting me look."
Yu Siqiao's eyes narrowed slightly, "Hmm."
Yu Chen gasped and said, "Young Master Yu, your hand is so swollen, if it's injured to the bone, do you still want to keep your hand? Let Mr. Wu take a look!"
"No need," Yu Siqiao turned around, "You see Old Man off."
"Young Master Yu!" Yu Chen shouted loudly.
But Yu Siqiao, as if he hadn't heard, turned and went upstairs.
Seeing Yu Siqiao actually left, Yu Chen felt like his heart was burning; he wanted to stop Mr. Wu and pull Yu Siqiao back, but eventually couldn't keep Mr. Wu Senior, so he had to let the bodyguards take him back.
After breakfast, Mo Shu, along with Meng Yunjing, started preparing for the afternoon's auction.
