Did the President's Cultural Relic Wife Lose Her Horse Today?

"This Kangxi seal is a fake." Su Nuan's tweezers were hung above the seal. "The radiation from the uranium mine exceeded three times the standard - Mr. Lu doesn't even dare to use real antiques to kill people?" Lu Chen raised her chin with the barrel of his gun: "Miss Zhou, you might as well guess how many of the 137 cultural relics you have restored contain mechanisms that could kill you?" The ICU monitor screamed in the background, and Zhou Yulan's recording suddenly came from the interlayer of the scroll: "Nuan Nuan, don't believe the heartbeats of the Lu family - their hearts have long been replaced by blue and white porcelain tiles!" "The maternity's oxygen pipe is connected to the bomb in the Burmese warehouse." Lu Zhenting's face appeared on the electronic screen of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet", "Repair this painting, otherwise your mother will become the 28th experimental subject soaked in formalin." Lu Chen suddenly pulled open his shirt, his porcelain heart glowing with cobalt blue light: "It's still too late to escape now, Su Nuan." "Escape?" She plunged the radioactive agent into his neck, "Didn't your father teach you? The Forbidden City restorer is best at turning broken porcelain into weapons."