"President, there is no need to be so polite, I am not worthy of such courtesy," Lin Feng said as he clasped his fists.
He turned his gaze towards the steward who had now turned pale.
Initially, this person looked down on Lin Feng with an air of superiority, casually reprimanding him, but now he adopted a completely different demeanor; his face deathly white, his body trembling, with his previous arrogance nowhere to be seen.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Feng's mouth as he said, "I only hope your auction house can improve the professional skills of its stewards. If it were someone else, they might have come to sell Body Tempering Liquid only to fail in selling it, and perhaps they would've even suffered a beating at the hands of your auction house."
"Fann Shixun."
The aged voice of Dongfang Pavilion suddenly grew louder.
"My lord, my lord, your subordinate is here," the steward said as he walked over, his face pale, continuously wiping the cold sweat on his face.
