Only when a sudden 'bang' came from ahead did he raise his head and look at the person opposite him.
Wuhui stood there stiffly, motionless, with pieces of the antique vase shattered all over the ground in front of her feet.
Ye Chenxi glanced at her, his expression unreadable.
Qiu Yi, however, was frightened, instinctively rushing over, trying to pick up the pieces, but even if he did, they couldn't be pieced back together.
He dared not question Wuhui, turning anxiously and fearfully to apologize to Ye Chenxi.
"I'm sorry, master, it's my fault for not keeping an eye on her, it's my mistake, I'm sorry."
Ye Chenxi still ignored Qiu Yi, just staring at the shattered vase on the ground, something his father had previously spent a fortune to buy.
A priceless antique, just like that, shattered by her.
He remained silent, his face unusually calm.
Feeling perhaps it's her fault, Wuhui pursed her lips and walked over to stand in front of Ye Chenxi.
