Huang Dawei's anger was stuck in his throat as he watched these people use those iron hammers to smash everything in half; he could feel his spine breaking along with it all.
These people were all really obediently smashing everything into halves. One half of the table was smashed, one half of the chair was smashed, one half of the bed was smashed, and one half of the door was smashed.
Huang Dawei could feel his blood boiling, but both his arms were dislocated and he could barely do anything with them. Huang Yuqing, on the other hand, ran around the entire house frantically, a messy sight.
Yu Luoluo watched everything, excited as a slave that had just been set free.
Watching the entire room in shambles, though, Yu Chenshi could not bear to smile. After all, this was a perfectly good house. If it was going to be smashed into smithereens, where were they going to stay?
"Tianya, you…"
