The ceramic shattered with a crisp sound.
Old Master Ruan was still angry and threw another one. "How dare you compare this fake to Chuchu's longevity noodles? Don't you know that her noodles can be sold for a higher price than your lousy porcelain?"
He was not brainlessly bragging. Apart from her career fans and beauty fans, her Chuchu also had a large number of food fans who were attracted by her culinary skills.
Among them, there was no lack of tycoons who wanted to beg for food in the fan group.
Ruan Zhihao was so frightened that he took a step back. Looking at the shattered porcelain, his heart ached, and he felt suffocated.
This was five million dollars!
Even if he didn't want a counterfeit, he could take it back and return it. The person his good friend introduced was definitely reliable.
But now that his father had broken them, how was he going to reason with anyone?
"Get lost. Don't be an eyesore."
