As Su Yuhan spoke, she seemed to recall something. She turned to look at Uncle Feng and Feng Chen, who were standing behind Old Madam Feng.
"Speaking of which, I seem to share quite a fate with the old madam's family. It appears that the two auction items I had a hand in producing were both purchased by your family tonight."
Hearing her say this, the members of the Feng Family felt their hearts drop. Uncle Feng's voice trembled as he asked, "What... what do you mean? That calligraphy scroll... you wrote that, too?"
"How is that possible?" The words had barely left Uncle Feng's mouth when Feng Lan shrieked before Su Yuhan could even react. "The calligraphy scroll my dad won was the work of the great Master Xie's final disciple..."
Feng Lan choked on her words, her gaze toward Su Yuhan filled with terror as she refused to acknowledge the horrifying possibility.
