"Crack!"
The crisp crackling sound was like a thunder exploding in the luxurious restaurant.
Lin Mo froze on the spot, still holding the bowl in his hand, but his palm was empty. On the floor, the set of blue and white porcelain tableware that the Su family spent a lot of money to buy from the auction, one of the soup bowls, had turned into sharp fragments all over the floor. The milky white soup was mixed with a few uneaten ribs, spread in a mess on the smooth and clean teak floor.
The air seemed to freeze.
"You loser!"
A sharp roar pierced the dead silence. Mother-in-law Zhang suddenly stood up from the dining table, her face smeared with expensive makeup was twisted with anger. The finger she pointed at Lin Mo was trembling violently, as if it was not a living person, but a pile of disgusting garbage.
"Do you know how much this bowl costs? You can't even afford to pay for it! My Su family has been in trouble for eight lifetimes, raising a waste like you who only eats free rice! Get down and kneel down for me!"
