In an instant, Zhou Huimei's heart shattered...
If everything before was enough to make her collapse.
Watching the flowers she had nurtured for years shatter from the rooftop, her heart also sank into despair...
"Shen Jian妮!"
Thus, the entire villa district echoed with the loudest scream.
...
At this moment, He Qimo, who had returned and heard everything that happened, merely glanced at the "grand scene" before him.
Hmm, the curtains were pulled down, the staircase and living room were all shattered, the water from vases was spilled everywhere, petals and water stains scattered across the floor, the TV remote stuck in the chandelier, the lamp's cord wrapped around the neck of a little Pomeranian his mother had bought a few days ago, the poor Pomeranian whimpering, chairs overturned in every possible position—there were countless such sights...
Not to mention, outside, the flowers and blue porcelain pots shattered into pieces...
