Just as everyone was about to leave, a loud shout suddenly rang out in the hall.
"Wait a moment."
The person in charge on the scene glanced in the direction from which the voice came. Those who could afford to come to the auction house were either rich or noble, and those who could sit in the private rooms were no ordinary people.
He signaled with his hand, asking everyone present to stay put for a while.
Prior to the auction, everyone's identity would be verified.
He glanced at a staff member nearby, and someone immediately came up and whispered Tang Shiyi's identity into his ear.
The person in charge hurriedly walked up to the private room and asked, "Miss Tang, what else can I help you with?"
Tang Shiyi looked up at him and said in a leisurely manner, "I think there is a problem with the security at your auction house."
"What do you mean, Miss Tang?" the person in charge asked cautiously.
