The vases at home had been smashed to bits.
The broken shards flew in every direction, sprayed all over the floor near the stairs where Xia Yehua was standing.
She stepped back to avoid the bits of flying glass and glared at Shen Xiu, saying, "You're mad!"
"Mad? Yes I'm mad!" Exasperated, he pointed a finger at Xia Yehua. "You tr*mp! Do you think that if Shen Liangchuan comes back to the Shen family, he'll be able to get his hands on the Shen family's assets? I'm telling you now, there's no way."
In his fit of anger, after saying these words, he looked around for something else to smash.
The coffee table had already been smashed, and anything made of glass and within reach had been broken.
Shen Xiu was like a demon let loose who had left a trail of destruction in the house.
