"Bang——"
A sharp and crisp sound exploded in the lobby of the most luxurious "Jubao Pavilion" in Jiangzhou City Antique Street.
The ground was full of broken porcelain pieces, glowing with a faint azure color.
The lobby was deathly silent.
Lu Xinghe's mind buzzed, and the blood all over his body went cold. He stared blankly at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground. It was one of the treasures of Jubao Pavilion, a "Song Dynasty Ru Kiln Azure Glaze String Pattern Bottle" with a price tag of five million.
At this time, he was holding a rag in his hand, maintaining the posture of wiping the Bogu rack.
"Well, you Lu Xinghe! Are you so damn blind?!"
