"Ha ha ha ha, Han Yan, you're just like this after all, to dare to say that this young master has no money, to actually dare to say this young master has no money, watch me crush you with my money!" Mo Yanhong laughed aloud.
Everyone below the stage was stunned. This big playboy from the Mo Family, had his brain gotten waterlogged? He still hadn't realized that he had been tricked.
"Young Master!" Tributor Qiu shouted loudly.
Mo Yanhong felt as though thunder had struck his ears, and he suddenly came to his senses.
"What just happened?" Mo Yanhong's eyes returned to clarity, and only then did he notice that everyone was looking at him with strange eyes and asked, puzzled.
"Young Master, you forgot, you just bid forty million for the Chengjun Sword and bullied Han Yan so much that he lost all his temper," said a sycophant at his side with a face full of fawning smiles.
