林晚放下电话，眼神冷得能掐出水来。宫藏拍卖会？这她倒是真没听过，但张倩那头急得跳脚的模样，不似作伪。“老宅那些老古董，怎么会跑去拍卖行？”她喃喃自语，手指在桌面上无意识地敲击。

就在这时，门外传来一阵急促的敲门声。“林小姐，您在家吗？”是陈默的声音，透着一股不容忽视的紧张。

林晚心头一跳， Immediately went down the stairs. "What's wrong, Chen Mo?" she asked, her voice tight.

The door creaked open, and Chen Mo rushed in, his face pale. "Something's happened," he whispered, glancing around as if afraid someone might overhear. "There's a man outside, he claims he's from the auction house. He says he's got something of yours."

"What?" Lin Wan's heart leaped into her throat. "My family's antiques?"

"Yes," Chen Mo nodded, his eyes wide with concern. "He says it was bought at the auction. He won't leave until he gets paid."

Lin Wan's blood ran cold. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her family's antiques, the ones she'd spent years researching, had somehow made it onto the auction block. And someone had actually won them.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked, her voice trembling.