Jian Si fought back unwillingly, "Xiao Bai is your own grandson. Isn't it okay for a grandson to miss his grandpa and want to come see you? Or are you feeling guilty? Scared the child will see something?"
Jian Shihai's face contorted into a snarl.
"What nonsense are you talking in front of the child? I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yanbai suddenly grabbed a vase from the side and hurled it at Jian Shihai, his cute little face flushed red with anger, resembling an infuriated little beast.
"You bad guy, I won't let you bully my Mommy. If you dare to bully her again, I'll kill you..."
Jian Shihai was caught off guard, and the vase hit him squarely in the chest.
The vase shattered on the ground with a 'bang.'
Jian Shihai's face changed colors, and his heart bled for the loss. More painful than the physical hurt was the agony in his heart.
This was a Ming Dynasty antique vase he had purchased for one hundred million, the only one of its kind, and now it lay in pieces.