Fu Qiao always knew that Old Mr. Fu had collected many treasures of calligraphy as well as tools like brushes, ink, paper, and inkstones, most of which were ancient antiques with extremely high collection value and historical significance.
She was the sole heir to Old Mr. Fu, so after Old Mr. Fu's expected lifespan of a hundred years, all those things would be left to her.
Fu Qiao already disliked Ye Wanlan extremely and felt a severe hostility toward her, how could she tolerate Old Mr. Fu giving such precious antiques to Ye Wanlan?
"Fu Qiao!" Even Old Mr. Fu, a man known for his good temperament, instantly darkened his face at this moment, "Put it down!"
"Grandfather!" Fu Qiao felt unjustly accused, "I'm not wrong, these brush, ink, paper, and inkstone are very precious. You haven't even donated them to the Yunjing Museum, so how can you just casually give them to someone else?"
Old Mr. Fu struggled to suppress his anger: "Fu Qiao, I'll say it again, put it down!"