After Ou Mingxuan got off work, he went straight to the West Suburb with Xia Yuxun.
All the way there, Xia Yuxun issued endless instructions and reminders, saying that the guy at home had a bit of a temper, but after all, he was just a child, so he should be more tolerant.
When they arrived at the door of her house, Xia Yuxun noticed it was open.
"Huh? Why is the door open?" A bad premonition suddenly surged in Xia Yuxun's heart.
"It seems someone kicked it in..." Ou Mingxuan raised an eyebrow, looking at the shattered door lying on the ground, "It looks like you've picked up some trouble!"
"My door, my door! My Qing Dynasty carved rosewood door! Who's the damn culprit?" Xia Yuxun, in a fury, rolled up her sleeves and raced past Ou Mingxuan.
The family's door was tragically beyond salvage! Xia Yuxun was beyond angry.
Ou Mingxuan looked at the broken door, speechlessly wondering where its so-called noble potential lay.
