Thump!
Qiu Wenjian fell to the ground limply as though he had lost all his strength. He had come here today to vent his anger, but he did not expect to suffer another strike. 'F*ck, why is this happening to me?'
Chen Fu's expression was somewhat unnatural. After all, he was the host, and Lu Zhou, as a guest, had overstepped the boundary. This was against etiquette.
Lu Zhou knew Chen Fu was unhappy so he thought of a way out. He said, "Saint Chen, don't be angry. I saw that you were being deceived by a despicable person so I punished him on your behalf. You've been in a high position for a long time and hear so many flattery and flowery words so I'm sure you've gotten numb to it."
The explanation was sufficient to ease the tension. Chen Fu's frown eased as well.
Lu Zhou said, "Please take a look."
Then, Lu Zhou brought out his Purple Glazed Ceramic and placed it in the box.
