Lei Feng, unable to hold back his surprise, cursed under his breath.
"Damn, how rich are you? My wife would probably kick me out if I spent that much on a performance."
An Yuexin, a little more composed but still clearly taken aback, frowned. "That's already a huge amount."
Ji Yuhan didn't seem fazed at all.
He remained as composed as ever, barely blinking at the rising bids around him.
The atmosphere grew heavy as people assumed that 5 million yuan would be the final bid.
Liu Yanmei's earlier bid had been the highest, and now, the auctioneer was preparing to close the bidding.
But then, just as everyone thought the auction was over, a voice rang out, cutting through the tension.
"6 million yuan," came the confident call from the back of the room.
Chen Lin, who had begun to relax and was sipping her drink, froze in her seat.
She recognized that voice. There was no mistaking it.
