Han Die's words echoed in the quiet space, drawing the attention of many.
Their eyes filled with horror.
Mistly, they looked at her like she was a fool.
Does this woman have no brain?
Daring to speak to Ma San like this?
Sure enough, as soon as Ma San heard her words, his face changed abruptly, anger instantly written all over it.
Never before had anyone dared to speak to him in such a manner.
This woman dared to call him an "old thing" to his face?
Those present who knew Ma San were aware of his status.
He wasn't only interested in antiques for them to respect him, but his power behind the scenes was something even the combined wealth of these tycoons would need to carefully weigh before clashing with him.
Let alone someone like Dai Yugu.
Everyone's eyes remained fixed on Han Die.
For a moment, aside from Han Die's voice, a sinister atmosphere spread.
It was all about how this woman would die.
Offending Ma San was akin to offending the Grim Reaper.