Subsequently, the vase fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
At that moment, Huang Qingtian's mouth twitched violently several times.
You ask why?
What else could it be?
This vase was a piece of Ming Dynasty porcelain that he had recently taken out of storage. He wasn't sure of the market price at the moment, but he treasured its pattern and color above all.
It hadn't sat on the ebony shelf for a few days before it became a pile of shards. Was Huang Qingtian heartbroken?
No...
He truly wasn't upset!
Because days earlier, when Mu Keren started her role as a little housewife at home, she had unknowingly knocked over countless similar pieces of his porcelain.
Some of those pieces had been even more valuable than this one.
After briefly composing himself, Huang Qingtian slowly stepped forward, took the feather duster from Mu Keren's hands, and carried her sideways to the couch.