"Welcome, everyone. I'll take you all inside in a bit."
"It's too crowded and chaotic right now, and it's very noisy inside too."
Huang Feirong came over, forcing a smile as she greeted the group.
Such an attitude immediately drew curious glances from everyone.
Didn't everyone know what Huang Feirong was usually like?
Her lively behavior at their last two dinners had left a particularly deep impression on them all.
Today, Huang Feirong seemed like a completely different person!
Not only was the playful tone gone from her voice, but even her expression was extremely serious.
The more Huang Feirong acted like this, the more Lin Yu became curious about the "Huang Feiya" standing next to them. Just what kind of person was she?
To think her mere appearance could cause such a drastic change in Huang Feirong.
After Huang Feirong finished speaking, her cousin, Huang Feiya, took the initiative to introduce herself:
"Hello, everyone. Welcome to the auction house."
"I am Huang Feiya, Rongrong's cousin."
"Yaoyao, Jiuyi, long time no see."
A simple opening without too many words.
Her elegant and poised demeanor actually left a good impression.
Judging purely from first impressions, Lin Yu couldn't fathom the reason behind Huang Feirong's drastic change in mood.
One could even say that this cousin, Huang Feiya, seemed quite reliable!
And her looks were on par with Huang Feirong's.
She belonged to the type... that if they had met under different circumstances, he wouldn't mind a little romance happening between them.
Shen Buyao and Shen Jiuyi's responses to Huang Feiya's greeting, however, contained a massive amount of information!
Shen Jiuyi was the same as always, treating everyone with her usual calm and placid demeanor.
She merely gave a simple acknowledgment.
And then added bluntly:
"The image of you and Rongrong appearing together is still stuck in my middle school memories."
Lin Yu knew Shen Jiuyi very well.
She had always been one to speak her mind.
She never considered how the other person would feel after hearing her words.
Shen Jiuyi was around the same age as Lin Yu.
Memories from middle school meant that at least seven or eight years had passed.
Not spending time together for so many years was enough to show that the relationship between the two Huang cousins was not good.
Antique Sister's reply was even more direct.
She walked straight up to Huang Feirong and pulled her behind her own back.
Like a mother hen protecting her chick, she said:
"You've got some nerve, Huang Feiya. Bullying my people while I'm not around?"
Then, she turned and asked Huang Feirong:
"Rongrong, don't be afraid of her!"
"With me here, there's no way she can bully you!"
"No wonder you didn't come looking for me for so long. You must have been threatened by her, right?"
In response, Huang Feiya just smiled without saying a word and shook her head.
It was Huang Feirong who hurriedly spoke up:
"Yaoyao, keep your voice down. Let's not talk about those embarrassing things from the past!"
Lin Yu stood on the sidelines, frantically digesting the hidden information.
Shen Buyao's words undoubtedly meant one thing.
This Huang Feiya had never been a pushover. They had known each other for a long time, and their relationship was extremely poor.
Huang Feiya had even "bullied" Huang Feirong in the past!
This point was quite crucial.
It sounded like it was an old matter from many years ago.
Huang Feirong herself didn't want to bring it up at all.
Lin Yu thought Huang Feiya would offer a few words of explanation.
As it turned out, her choice was very smart.
The people in front of her had all come together with Shen Buyao and Shen Jiuyi.
Whether she simply didn't want to explain, or just wanted to gloss over it and not bring up the past, remained unknown.
Huang Feiya just stood there calmly, not responding to Shen Buyao's words.
Throughout the entire exchange, she let Huang Feirong do all the talking.
Such a clever response actually prevented the situation from becoming even more awkward.
Because Huang Feirong didn't want to talk about her and Huang Feiya at all, she focused all her attention on their group.
"Yaoyao, stop messing around."
"Sister Xiaoya came with Third Uncle this time to help out."
"Let's go inside. Your seats have already been saved for you!"
Since Huang Feirong had said as much, what right did they, as bystanders, have to say anything else?
Naturally, they waited at the door for a moment before following them into the auction house together.
What Lin Yu didn't expect was this.
While they were waiting, Huang Feiya actually took the initiative to approach Lin Yu!
"You must be Lin Yu, right? This is our first time meeting. It's very nice to meet you."
"I've heard quite a few of your exploits!"
Lin Yu: "???"
These words completely baffled him.
Heard of his exploits?
Judging from the conversation just now, the two Shen girls and Huang Feirong all seemed to have a very poor relationship with her.
Normally, they definitely wouldn't be like his own friend group, gathering together to chat when they had nothing else to do.
As an outsider, how did Lin Yu end up in Huang Feiya's database of information?
Could it be that the Queen of Dirty Jokes mentioned him in a chat?
That didn't make sense!
No matter how he thought about it, it didn't seem like Huang Feiya had any channels to know about Lin Yu.
Suddenly, a thought struck Lin Yu.
If it wasn't Huang Feirong and the two Shen girls, there was actually one other person who might have mentioned Lin Yu to her.
Sister Hong!
The scene of her chatting with a junior about Lin Yu's affairs was a bit hard to imagine.
However, if it was a conversation with Huang Feiya's father, Huang Daoqi, and she had just overheard some of it...
Then it would make perfect sense.
Regardless of what purpose Huang Feiya had for coming over to chat with Lin Yu.
At least for the sake of politeness, Lin Yu had no reason to give her the cold shoulder.
He smiled, shook hands with Huang Feiya, and said:
"I've also heard Sister Rongrong mention you, Sister Xiaoya. Being a voice actress isn't something just anyone can do."
"I majored in directing and editing in college. Speaking of which, we might be half-colleagues in the future."
The spot where Lin Yu and Huang Feiya were talking was right next to everyone else.
Hearing this, Shen Buyao immediately pulled Huang Feirong a few meters away.
She asked Huang Feirong:
"You actually talked to that damn Lin Yu about Huang Feiya?"
"You won't let us bring her up, but you're perfectly happy to bring her up yourself!"
Huang Feirong stared at Lin Yu's back with a shocked expression, shaking her head as she said:
"No... I've never said a single word about it!"
"How could Dayu know in such detail?"
"He even knows that Xiaoya is a voice actress?"
Shen Buyao didn't believe Huang Feirong's words at all:
"Give me a break!"
"It must have been some day when you got drunk and accidentally let it slip."
"Otherwise, how could that damn Lin Yu possibly know!"
Shen Jiuyi gazed at Lin Yu without saying much.
She certainly believed that Huang Feirong had never mentioned it.
As for how Lin Yu managed to know...
It must have been through his own methods!
Perhaps, Lin Yu's words were meant specifically for them to hear.
He wanted to tell them that Lin Yu hadn't come here tonight "empty-handed."
Back at the conversation.
Huang Feiya was equally slightly puzzled by Lin Yu's words.
Would Rongrong talk about her in private?
And with a young guy she hadn't known for very long?
Strange as it was,
Huang Feiya didn't ask further, but continued chatting:
"That really is a coincidence. Your major and my profession are closely related."
"Lin Yu, did you come today to auction off antiques again?"

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