Zhou Yong spread his hands innocently and took two steps forward. His eyes suddenly narrowed. "The Zhou Auction House has always been about receiving and delivering goods. We don't care about anything else. If you're looking for trouble, I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place!"
"I told you to hand over Mo Chu!" This was the only thought in Mo Yang's mind.
Ning Yiyuan quickly understood the crux of the matter and asked coldly, "Then where are the goods that you have received recently? Can you let us take a look?"
Hearing this, Zhou Yong could not help but raise his eyebrows. As expected of Marshal Ning, his reaction was really fast!
"However... it's a pity that the goods that we have just received have all been auctioned off. You guys are a step too late!" Although he said it was a pity, the gloating expression on Zhou Yong's face was clearly revealed.
At this moment, a burst of noise suddenly sounded from inside.