Zhao Wuheng had a faint smile on his lips, waiting for the final moment. For a moment, the entire auction hall felt as if it was frozen.
Just then, Qin Hao smirked with disdain, having finally seen enough of the show.
"Hehe, hold on a moment."
His voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet auction hall, it was remarkably clear.
The auction hammer in Xue Liu's hand was about to fall, but upon hearing the sudden voice, she stopped it mid-air.
"Sir, do you have any questions about the auction process?"
She looked toward Qin Hao, only to find he was just a guest in a regular seat and quite unfamiliar. Among the elite circles of Jianghai City, there was no one she didn't recognize. Since he did not leave an impression, he was likely an obscure nobody.
Thus, Xue Liu thought he had doubts about the auction process, so she asked.
But when Qin Hao heard this, he lightly shook the number plate in his hand and said, "I have no problem with the auction process."
