Sheng Yuli stood up abruptly from his seat, his eyes beneath the mask fixed on the gold cage on the auction stage, anger nearly burning through the mask.
Inside the gold cage, his sister, the little princess of the Sheng Family, was wearing revealing clothes, exposed to the eyes of all.
Even though she was wearing a ghost face mask at the moment, he could still recognize her at a glance.
"What is it, guest?" The White Ghost Mask naturally noticed Sheng Yuli's unusual reaction.
"Young Master!" The person next to Sheng Yuli gently tugged at his sleeve.
Sheng Yuli struggled to control a certain anger, forcing himself to sit down.
The White Ghost Mask glanced at him and then looked away.
Mu Qingge stared at his back, lost in thought.
