"Wow--"
A crisp and ear-piercing cracking sound cut through the dead afternoon air of the Su family villa.
Shen Yue's heart suddenly sank to the bottom following that voice.
He froze in place, still holding a wet rag in his hand. The cold cleaning liquid slipped down between his fingers and dripped on the smooth, mirror-like marble floor, leaving a small, messy water stain. In front of him was a blue and white porcelain vase that he had just accidentally knocked over. At this moment, it had become a pile of worthless fragments, and its sharp edges shone with a cold, hollow light under the refraction of the crystal chandelier.
He recognized that porcelain vase. One of the old men of the Su family's favorite collection was said to be from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty and was priceless.
In an instant, a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai.
"Trash!"
A loud shout exploded in his ears, like thunder.
Su Zixuan, his 22-year-old brother-in-law, rushed over like an angry bull. The custom-made high-end suit he was wearing was stretched tightly around his body due to anger, his tie was torn crookedly, and his handsome face was filled with twisted anger.
"Shen Yue! You are a fucking disaster!" Su Zixuan's eyes were frighteningly red. He pointed at the fragments on the ground and his voice was so sharp that it almost pierced people's eardrums. "Do you know how much this bottle costs? I can't even afford to sell it to you!"
