Song Ci's complexion turned ugly; she hadn't expected that at this moment, Song Yan would suddenly appear and throw a wrench into the works.
Initially, that bag had all but been secured by her, and she would have become the envy of everyone, but suddenly, the situation had completely reversed.
She instinctively looked at Qin Wang, and it was apparent that he was also quite surprised.
Song Yan's red lips parted slightly, her tone laced with a hint of mockery, "What's the matter? Isn't there any sense of fairness?"
The previously stunned auctioneer finally snapped back to reality.
"The lady with number seventy has bid twenty million, is there anyone offering higher than twenty million?"
Song Ci clenched her fists tightly.
At that moment, she desperately wanted to raise her paddle and challenge Song Yan.
Or perhaps, Qin Wang by her side would stand up for her, even if the opponent was Song Yan, he would still do everything to win her the bag she wanted...
