"Second, Qing Que Auction House, Ye Wan."
The thunderous applause dwindled to scattered clapping, and the people in the hall looked at each other, their faces filled with confusion.
Ye Wan?
Where did she come from?
Never heard of her?
As Ye Wan walked up to the stage from a corner, everyone's eyes turned to Young Master Gui, sitting in the first row.
"Young Master Gui, what's going on?"
"Yeah, you're supposed to be the young master of Qing Que, letting a young girl snatch away what rightfully belongs to you. What was Boss Gui thinking?"
Young Master Gui lazily lifted his eyelids, his gaze resting on Ye Wan, who was slowly walking up the steps, and curled his lips.
A bunch of fools!
In the stands, Wei Jinrong wore a smile, but in his eyes looking at Ye Wan, a bloodthirsty madness had already swirled.
Then, his gaze fell on the Uncle Gui at the front.
